We have friends, who back in the day, owned a personal small plane and they would fly up to visit us when we lived in Oregon. It was great fun to have them up for lunch . . . yes, I said lunch. Ah, the benefits of having your own transportation.
One weekend, Andrew took Kelsey, Addison, Shae, Scott, Dylan and Travis (his boys) up into the wild, blue yonder. Betsy and I stayed on firm ground with Hope and we enjoyed a fine cup of coffee waiting on the gang to float back down to earth. Imagine our surprise when they arrived way earlier than expected.
I was somewhat distressed when I saw Scott's face, but wrote it off to spending time with chattering children. No, no, NO. Our sweet, darling, sensitive tummy Shae had hurled all over the inside of the prized plane. Yep. Airsick. The aroma brought them down in a hurry.
Andrew never invited the Roderick's to fly with him again.
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