First Thing

 

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The first thing I'm aware of this morning as the plane starts to dip is the Captain coming on the intercom.

"Ladies & gentlemen, we are starting our initial approach to the airport. Please check the security of your seatbelt. Raise your trey table to its full upright and locked position and pick up any personal items on the floor and in your immediate vicinity, and make sure your personal belongings are safely stowed, your brain in neutral, and composed. We will be on the ground shortly."

All of a sudden a song breaks out in the cabin.

"For he's a jolly good fellow! For he's a jolly good fellow! For he's a jolly good fellow! Which NOBODY can deny!"

I look around the cabin. Nobody I can recognize. Everyone jolly, lips moving, I hear the singing, but no voices except the singing in my own ears.

Who are they singing to? No clue.

All of a sudden a THUD and we are on the ground.

There's a phone ringing in my lap. I look down. A burner phone! What the------. HELLO! HELLO! HELLO! No response. A call from nowhere.

Next thing I know I'm sitting here in Starbucks. The local Pelham PD officer is across the way waiting for his order. The baristas look at me funny-like. I don't like it when people look at me "funny." What am I to say and think?