"Fourteen Years Down the Drain"

WARNING: By the end of this post you may feel incredibly sad that I have nothing else to write about other than the events that unfolded this past Friday. 

Very often in life I find myself in situations that remind me of certain storylines I watched fictional characters play out on my television screen. No I never had amnesia, and I was never deserted on a remote island, but there are times when I can recognize small comparisons. This past Friday I found myself in a similar situation as Jerry Seinfeld, specifically in regards to a "streak" he had kept for fourteen years, and eventually broke all because of a black and white cookie. 

Thanks to a rainstorm on Friday, I found myself sitting in the Philadelphia airport for about two hours longer than originally planned. When the time came to finally board, I found myself not feeling too well. I get stomachaches quite a bit, and can usually tell the difference between the threatening, and non-threatening ones. By the time I had boarded the plane I knew I was in trouble. Luckily the plane door was still open when I first needed to expel certain items. I ran out into the terminal, took care of business, then sat down. The flight attendant was so nice and brought me some ginger ale and a black garbage bag just in case I needed it. I apologized to the people next to me in case anything happened, and luckily they were also really sweet, and said they had tough stomachs. I hoped for the best, and the plane took off. 

Well, let's just say I needed the garbage bag, but only about an hour into the five hour flight. I was okay after that, but I had officially shattered my own ten-year record. I guess it had to be broken sometime, but I can't stop wishing I could have related to Seinfeld in another way, like being denied a bowl of soup.