Story here.
A French skydiver was to attempt a world record by diving out of a balloon at the edge of space. But the balloon took off without him. Whoops! 
And you thought your day sucked.
A “D’oh!” moment if ever there was one.
Did he run behind shooting a pistol and yelling “Come back, balloon!”?
´Cause I totally visualize it that way. 
Bet he’s glad that he had his parachute and the balloon left him, rather than the other way around!
I heard the voice of Judy Garland wailing, “Come back! Come back!”
This is why they should have let Pascal Lamorisse do it.
Joe Kittinger sleeps soundly knowing his record is still safe.
Too bad his mom wasn’t around. She’d have tied it to his wrist.
Obviously, he didn’t know how it works.
I am Grumpy, dammit!
I pictured it more as “I’m big butt Skinner.”
I Am Furious Yellow.
There’s a Yosemite Sam aspect to it.
“Whoa baloon, I say whoa dad burn it, whoa.”
I have no sympathy for Fournier. For centuries the balloons have been doing all the work and the pilots have been hogging all the credit. It’s about time a balloon went for a solo record.
I got no sympathy for this numb nut. If he isn’t skilled enough to properly secure his tackle then he has no business even attempting a stunt like this. He should consider himself lucky that fate spared him – this time.
When I says whoa, I means WHOA!