Last week my husband and I ended up on a Southwest flight out of Bradley, in the back of the jet with about half a dozen retired utility workers returning to their homes in Mississippi and Tennessee.
They had been called back to action and had worked nearly non-stop for a week to restore our power. As one last gift, they provided the entertainment on the flight to Baltimore, teasing each other, telling stories and cracking up everyone within earshot.
One guy said the driver of the repair truck he was assigned to had complained that he had no gym where he could work out in Connecticut.
“I told him, ‘Well, I guess we could wrassle for a while,'” the grizzled linesman drawled.
It was the best in-flight entertainment ever.
I guess could have posted this sooner, but somehow Thanksgiving seems appropriate.