Jordan Reid, sweet potato, had a harrowing experience and ALMOST DIED! (Kind of, but not really.) First there was this:
OK, so our holiday travel experience thus far has been…less-than-smooth.
Were you one of the hundreds of people stuck in terrible traffic on the Grand Central Parkway on the way to LaGuardia Airport around 6PM on Wednesday? Well, you can thank us (or at least the lady who cut off our taxi, resulting in a semi-terrifying skid and collision). The accident was bad enough that the taxi driver had to wait for the police, but our flight time was rapidly drawing nearer…so Kendrick and I stood in the lane that had been blocked off for the accident and sort of flailed around, hoping to find a taxi willing to stop in the middle of the highway to pick us up. This plan did not work.
Fortunately, a Good Samaritan came to our aid.
Then there was this:
See those lights? That would be about seventy thousand fire trucks and police cars outside my airplane window, all of which showed up shortly following an explosion towards the back of the plane that happened seconds before takeoff and caused the pilot to slam on the brakes, sending the plane kind of skidding across the runway (I’m not faulting the pilot here; I am absolutely thrilled that braking occurred rather than flying).
Thank god nothing happened to her. If something did, while the donkey continues to bray on our televisions and eat cupcakes and veggie juice unscathed, I would have officially lost my faith in the world.
Anyway, Happy Donksgiving!