So my parentals and my little sister left for Florida on Tuesday and I got an email from them on Wednesday letting me know that they had got there fine, the sun was shining, they had met up with my brother, my sister was sedated on the flight, my niece was really pleased to see them again, it was nice to see me, blah, blah, hang on a minute… My sister was sedated on the flight?
I heard on the radio that some woman on the way to Washington had a panic attack and pulled her trousers and pants down in order to go to the loo in the aisle and was taken away at the other end – and for one very short fleeting second, I couldn’t remember where the flight had been bound and had the horrifying though that it could be my sister. But that was fleeting.
I didn’t get any details until today, so the more lasting thoughts in my head were of the stewardess rushing up the aisle with a couple of burly men in tow, yelling “hold her arms”, the burly men grabbing my little sister, while the stewardess pounced on her, needle in hand, injecting her with something strong and dangerous…
Turns out that perhaps my thoughts are a little more melodramatic than real life… the stewardess, on request, kindly handed her a calming tablet, my little sister took it, calmed down and that was that.
Hello there Scooby – glad to hear it was not as I imagined and that you’re alright!
I am off on holiday for a long weekend soon. Woo hoo.
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