Re: Cancun Balloon
"Stupid airline! Where do they get off?" Susan ranted as she sat in the hotel lobby, her efforts at fleeing for an american doctor stymied by an over-sold flight. "That quack said I was fine, does this look fine?! I need to get to a *real* doctor, not one that moonlights as a butcher ora barber or a tv repairman!"
"Honey," her husband ventured, "I offered you my seat, that would have been two..."
"So you can gallavant around cancun for the rest of the vacation with scantily-clad beachgoers while your hippopotamus wife lays in the hospital? No thanks."
"But honey, they said the next available flight might not be until the weekend is over..."
"I don't care if I have to get an entire row of seats to myself, I'm not leaving back for america without you." She frowned down at her expansive, bloated figure, then glared up at her huspand again. "Hell, the way I'm going you could probably stick a sail in my cleavage and float us all the way back to conneticut."
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