Pete Gagne, a very close friend and myself were headed to Puerto Rico, on assignment to do shots for a brochure. By the time the sleek Boeing 727 touched down I was really exhausted. After the cold snow and ice left so far behind faded from mind and was replaced with this new and beautiful tropic vision an overall sense of complete relaxation crept through every part of me. Sleep however would come later, first we had to get to the hotel.
We deplaned and I said to Pete " you grab the bags buddy and I am just going to sit and relax on the bench over there" I motioned to a long, tan colored bench just a short distance away beside the luggage conveyor.
You have probably seen airport benches before. They are usually quite long with a single leg support, in several feet from each end of the bench. I wandered over to it and didn't even notice a lady who was engrossed in a book, far on the other end. That oversight was about to result in a momentous memory for that lady.
Being as tired as I was I just let my entire body weight drop without check on to my end of the bench. As I did, I felt myself going straight through to the floor as the bench became a teeter totter of sorts and simply gave out under the great load of me being pressed so suddenly on it.
Since I was not facing the ladies direction at the time I did not see her being launched into space but I certainly heard her. She screamed like a banshee in heat as she suddenly found herself and her book somewhere up around the ceiling fans. Her book went one way and she came crashing down onto her end of the bench which was now a very steep slide with me still on the other end holding it firmly to the floor. As she zipped speedily down the long bench she outstretched her arms and grabbed me tightly around the neck to break her fall. As she did, we tumbled to the floor in a mass of mingled arms and legs.
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