Air travel isn’t a universally pleasant experience, with individuals adopting different strategies to ensure their comfort. One woman, in particular, was determined to prioritize her well-being during a cross-country journey, prompting a clash of perspectives.
This traveler, cognizant of her need for comfort, always booked an extra seat to accommodate her size. Ahead of her Christmas trip to be with family, she ensured her journey would be as comfortable as possible by paying extra for the additional space.
Smooth check-in and boarding processes unfolded until she settled into her seat, where her tranquility was disrupted. Seated next to her was a woman with an 18-month-old child, eyeing the unoccupied seat and requesting that the woman compress herself into one seat, allowing her toddler to take the other. The woman, having paid for both seats, refused to compromise on her comfort.
The situation garnered attention, drawing a flight attendant to intervene. Despite the mother’s request for an extra seat, the flight attendant sided with the woman who had paid for both, suggesting that the child be held in the mother’s lap, an approach common for young children. Throughout the flight, the mother made her displeasure evident through disdainful looks and passive-aggressive comments.
Bob returns home drunk one night and slips into bed next to his wife
After a night of overindulgence, Bob found himself in an entirely unexpected situation — standing at the Pearly Gates in front of St. Peter.
But instead of accepting his fate, Bob struck a deal to return to life… as a chicken. What followed was an egg-laying, feathery experience he never saw coming.
Stumbling Into Bed
Bob was known for enjoying his nights out a bit too much, and that evening was no exception. Late at night, he stumbled into bed, quietly sliding in next to his wife, who was sound asleep. Little did he know, the night was about to take an unimaginable turn.
As the first light of dawn broke, Bob didn’t wake up in his own bed. Instead, he found himself standing before the grand Pearly Gates.
“Am I dreaming?” he muttered, confused.
St. Peter, clipboard in hand, greeted him warmly.
“Bob, I’m afraid you passed away in your sleep.”
Bob’s jaw dropped in disbelief.
“This can’t be! I’m not ready to go. There’s so much I haven’t done yet!”
St. Peter, sympathetically, offered a solution.
“Well, there is one way you could return, but only as a chicken.”
Desperate to get back to life, Bob reluctantly agreed. Without a moment to reconsider, he was instantly transported to a nearby farm, now covered in feathers, clucking involuntarily.
Clucking Confusion
Adjusting to life as a hen, Bob was met by a smug rooster.
“Well, well, look who’s new in the coop! How’s it going, hen?”
Bob, still in shock, responded,
“Not bad, but I’ve got this weird pressure inside me. I feel like I’m about to burst!”
The rooster laughed.
“Ah, you’re ovulating. Haven’t you ever laid an egg before?”
Bob, wide-eyed, shook his feathery head.
“Never.”
“Well, it’s easy,” the rooster said. “Just relax and let nature take its course.”
Bob hesitated for a moment, but then, to his surprise — and discomfort — he laid an egg. A rush of strange emotions followed, and for a brief moment, he experienced the inexplicable joy of motherhood. He laid another egg, then another. Just as he was about to lay his third, a sharp smack to the back of his head jolted him awake.
“Bob! Wake up!” his wife yelled. “You’re drunk again and pooping in the bed!”
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