dudes on a plane

So Stan spent yesterday evening on a plane returning from a wedding in Florida. As you may know, there has been some pretty rough weather in the area. And last night we had to fly right through it. It was especially fun given the 44 oz. of beer I drank in the airport bar watching the last few holes of the Player's Championship.

But this time was a little hairier than most. Descending through the clouds and rain at about 5,000 feet a bolt of lightning struck the plane. Everything flashed red then there was a huge boom immediately following. It was startling, but not that scary really. You're flying a gigantic tube of metal through the middle of a thunderstorm. Its probably going to get hit by lighting, and you can expect that the designers foresaw this and made accommodations. I will panic if I hear "Folks, this is your Captain speaking. Look, uhm, light 'em up, 'cause we're going down, okay. I got a carton of Camels non-filters, I'll see you on the ground. Take it easy."

But some of Stan's fellow passengers promptly lost their shit. One lady immediately yelled out "FIRE!" (wtf?) A few others screamed, and the lady next to me was breathing like Rosie O'Donnell after the 100 yard dash. Then when we got on the ground everyone was thanking god we made it out alive.