A man rushed into an airport, clearly late. He was sweating, juggling a suitcase, a coffee, and his phone while yelling, “Hold that gate!”
Security scanned him with raised eyebrows, but he flashed a frantic smile and shouted, “My mother-in-law’s birthday! If I miss it, I miss life!”
He sprinted through the terminal, dodging strollers and suitcases like an Olympic hurdler. People clapped as he narrowly avoided face-planting into a pretzel stand.
At the gate, breathless, he yelled, “Wait! I need to be on this flight!”
The attendant checked her list. “Sir, this is Flight 308 to Alaska.”
He blinked. “Alaska? I’m going to Florida!”
Just then, a woman behind him whispered, “That flight left twenty minutes ago…”
He stared ahead, exhausted, and muttered, “Well, I guess I’m celebrating her birthday with a polar bear.”