Back in the '90s in Colorado a jet crashed during an attempted landing on a very gusty morning-all 25 on board died. Plus, a coffin containing the body of a guy "coming home" was also on board. Often wondered how the guy had lived his life.
My Aunt was returning home from a visit to NYC (seeing an old lover) and she had her old dog with her. The dog died several days before Auntie was ready to leave, so she froze the dog and then on the day she was departing she stuffed the dead dog into it's carry-crate, went to JFK checked her luggage and took off for home. After two stop-overs and one being a plane change and almost 10 hours later she arrived in her home town of San Diego, CA.
She went to grab her checked luggage and found her bags but dog crate and dog were missing. She reported the loss and since she was wore out, she did her share of cussing every freight handler from NY to CA. The baggage manager put his two top guys on it to find the lady's dog. Auntie went home to catch up on some sleep (after all she had been fucking for the past week). After maybe 12 hours past the two baggage hunters found the dog crate with the dead dog and reported back to the manager. After worrying over what they were going to do, one of the baggage guys said maybe if we found another dog just like the lady's dog she wouldn't know the difference. The manager saw that as a good plan and sent the two out to search all over town for a look-a-like dog. Once back at the airport with a replacement dog the Manager gave his OK and instructed the two guys to deliver the dog and make sure the lady knew the airport was very, very sorry for losing her dog. The guys got to Auntie's house and went to the door, rung the bell, and soon Auntie opened the door and saw these two baggage guys standing there with her dog crate and a dog. They happily told Auntie they found her dog and are returning it to her. Auntie replied that dog isn't her's. The two guys didn't know what to say. They knew the live dog they had in the crate was a 100% copy of the dead one. And they became insistent that Auntie take her dog.
It was almost coming down to an argument with the two guys insisting that the dog was indeed Auntie's dog and she was insisting it was not. Finally, the brighter guy says, How do you know? And Auntie replies because my dog was dead , I was bring it home to bury in my garden.
It’s Florida and 2020; at this point I’m just gonna roll with it.
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ReplyDeleteBack in the '90s in Colorado a jet crashed during an attempted landing on a very gusty morning-all 25 on board died. Plus, a coffin containing the body of a guy "coming home" was also on board. Often wondered how the guy had lived his life.
ReplyDeleteMy Aunt was returning home from a visit to NYC (seeing an old lover) and she had her old dog with her. The dog died several days before Auntie was ready to leave, so she froze the dog and then on the day she was departing she stuffed the dead dog into it's carry-crate, went to JFK checked her luggage and took off for home. After two stop-overs and one being a plane change and almost 10 hours later she arrived in her home town of San Diego, CA.
ReplyDeleteShe went to grab her checked luggage and found her bags but dog crate and dog were missing. She reported the loss and since she was wore out, she did her share of cussing every freight handler from NY to CA. The baggage manager put his two top guys on it to find the lady's dog.
Auntie went home to catch up on some sleep (after all she had been fucking for the past week).
After maybe 12 hours past the two baggage hunters found the dog crate with the dead dog and reported back to the manager. After worrying over what they were going to do, one of the baggage guys said maybe if we found another dog just like the lady's dog she wouldn't know the difference. The manager saw that as a good plan and sent the two out to search all over town for a look-a-like dog. Once back at the airport with a replacement dog the Manager gave his OK and instructed the two guys to deliver the dog and make sure the lady knew the airport was very, very sorry for losing her dog.
The guys got to Auntie's house and went to the door, rung the bell, and soon Auntie opened the door and saw these two baggage guys standing there with her dog crate and a dog. They happily told Auntie they found her dog and are returning it to her. Auntie replied that dog isn't her's. The two guys didn't know what to say. They knew the live dog they had in the crate was a 100% copy of the dead one. And they became insistent that Auntie take her dog.
It was almost coming down to an argument with the two guys insisting that the dog was indeed Auntie's dog and she was insisting it was not. Finally, the brighter guy says, How do you know? And Auntie replies because my dog was dead , I was bring it home to bury in my garden.