NZ Life

The flight out of Dallas was very late.  Along the way I was lamenting to the guy next to me that I’d be lucky to make my flight and he decided to help.  Just before we landed, he stood up and yelled, "This man next to me needs to catch a flight to New Zealand and needs your help.  When we land, he’s going to take all of his stuff and run to the front of the plane.  Please make way."  Aside from causing me to curl into a little ball and turn beet red, it was somewhat effective and probably saved me have a plane’s length worth of people jam.  I had to sprint to the international terminal but did make the flight.  The amazing part was that my checked bags actually made it.

 

I’m now sitting in Auckland with a few minutes to spare before my flight to Christchurch.  So far, so good!