
Originally Posted by
Capt Josh
Here's a quick story for ya:
We land here in Mexico City from PV via Mexicana airlines, and there's suddenly a problem at the gate: they're not opening the door etc and we're all like WTF?!?!?
I start talking to the two people across from me in first class, a man and a woman - mid twenties, maybe thirty.
The woman is strikingly beautiful, the guy she's with looks like he just stepped out of the movie Scarface. I'm chatting innocently with her as she's closest to me in the isle. He's not looking very relaxed when all of a sudden BAM! the door fly's open and 12 Federal Police officers are storming the plane screaming and yelling and pointing weapons of various savageness in our general direction.
It doesn't take them long to zero in on my new friend's boyfriend and before she knows it he's handcuffed and hauled off the plane! He didn't go quietly either!
I'm like "HOLY CHIT!!!"
But she just sits there completely stone-faced like she's probably been expecting this, or has at least been through it once or twice before. I look over at her and, in the interest of lightening the tension, innocently ask her if she'd like to go to dinner since it looks like her boyfriend has other plans for the evening?!?!?!
Luckily she laughs, and gives me one of those smiles as if to say "why you naughty little..."
"No, pero gracias...." she answers, and then "I really need a new boyfriend...(sigh)...."
"Andale pues" (alrighty then), i say. "Proxima ves! (next time!)" as i grab my laptop and camera and get the hell off the plane.
I'm walking down the hallway in the airport, which is normally bumper to dumper with people, but thanks to the melee of Federal officers and a kicking and screaming captive the seas are parted in front of me and i'm whistling along behind the commotion bringing up the rear.
Never a dull moment around here amigos. I have the feeling this is going to be one hell of a trip!