Thu, 01/26/2012 - 14:07 — Anonymous by James DurstonIn-flight routine is
invariably the same for most of us. You find your seat, you wrestle your
carry-on into the overhead bin, exchange your headphones for ones that work
and prepare to block out everything and everyone for the next six hours. But
then BAM! A goddess (or a hunk) straight from heaven's salon slides into
the seat next to you. Finally, after 250,000 kilometers, you've hit the
jackpot. The conversation flows like Champagne (if you're in First) and
your jokes are apparently the funniest ever heard. You land, you go your
separate ways, and as you settle into your hotel bathtub that evening,
fantasizing about your future together, you get hit by your second
thunderbolt -- you didn't exchange details. FML. read more
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