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not unexpected.
i am a cpa and i have a collection of curious george dolls as a result of an incident that happened when i was really rolling.
a buddy and i won an auction where we got a private plane flight to houston to see the spurs play the rockets. so we load up the wives and use basically the whole day getting hammered beyond belief. so we get in this six seater which is stocked with all sorts of cordials which i freely engaged in. and he let smoking occur in his plane so i am basically in heaven. we are about 15 minutes into the flight when i notice this button on the window that i am sitting next to that says “do not push during flight”. my buddies wife is about 7 months preggers and my wife is really kind of just basically tolerating this nonsense. but this button is really bugging me. so, of course, i had to push it. well fuck i didn’t know what happens when a window opens about 4 - 6 inches when you are around 20k feet. fuck, sucked my beer and cig out the window. the pilot was kind of cool. he basically told us to hold on because we were going to make a rapid descent. and the whole time that we were making the blitzkreig dive towards columbus my buddy and wife are leaning over me trying to pull the damn window shut. and i was just like whoooaaaa this is a trip. i think the buddie’s wife was just trying to not go into labor.
fucking limo picked us up at the airport, we had courtside seats and the spurs won.
the pregger wife rode in front with the pilot on the way back and i did not get a window seat.
the next monday at work i had a collection of curious george dolls and memorabilia on my desk (apparantly the story had made the rounds at work). i have been peekercpa ever since.
woot woot.