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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Rel" data-source="post: 2489478" data-attributes="member: 99">My wife and I were on our honeymoon trip to Cozumel, Mexico.  On the whole the trip was fun but strange and bad things started to befall us as we were attempting to get home.First, I needed to settle up with the dive shop where we had done all of our diving down there.  The shop owner was incredibly laid back and kept telling us, "We take care of that later" when I offered to pay earlier in the trip.  The morning we were scheduled to leave, I went by the shop and the place was locked up tight with nobody in sight.  So I left a note with my address and e-mail so they could send me a bill later on.  Then we dashed to catch our ferry back to the mainland where we would fly out of Cancun.We were flying standby but it was the off season and there had been plenty of space on all the planes so far so we weren't worried.  But apparently a bunch of people had decided to leave that same day and we were turned down for one flight after another until they were all gone for the day and we had to battle our way BACK through customs ("But it says here that you just LEFT the country today?").  We hooked up with another couple who were also flying standby and, since we all had to be back at the airport the following morning at 8:00 AM to attempt to find another flight, we decided it would be a really good idea to drink an assload of tequila that night.  :\   After staying the night in the nastiest motel in Cancun (I'll let you mull that over for a second...), we got up, vomited for half an hour and made our way to the airport, looking and feeling our best.The other couple managed to get on the first flight out but we didn't.  Nor the next one.  Nor the next one.  The final flight of the day came up and suddenly they called our names.  We dashed over to the desk and they told us that we were probably not going to make that flight either but to hang on.  We were near tears (I was afraid I might lose my job if I didn't make it back that night).  Then the airline worker came back over and said that there was good news...we could get on the flight AND we would be sitting in First Class.  "But wait, we can't let you into First Class dressed like that." <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f615.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":confused:" title="Confused    :confused:"  data-smilie="5"data-shortname=":confused:" />   "WHAT?!"  She explained that I had to have a button down shirt on and my wife would need the same or a dress.Now we were vacationing in MEXICO in MAY and it was bloody hot.  Virtually all of our atire consisted of t-shirts and shorts.  I had not a single button down shirt with me.  My wife had one, slightly large and loose fitting button down blouse that had been sitting wrinkled in the bottom of our luggage for at least two days.  My wife was about to cry when I grabbed her by the shoulders and said, "Give me your blouse."  Then I pointed at a nearby gift shop and shoved every peso we had left into her hand and said, "You go buy a dress.  NOW!"  She ran into the gift shop and I ran into the bathroom and put on jeans and her blouse (good thing I'm not fat).I go back out to the desk trying to pretend that this blouse fits me well and isn't wrinkly and a little funky smelling.  She comes running up wearing the sexiest, skimpiest sundress and I'm thinking, "They are never going to let us into First Class looking like this."   But they did.In less than 10 minutes we went from total despair to sitting in First Class, drinking the pre-flight glass of champagne.  It was emotional whiplash and we started to laugh until we were almost crying.  The flight attendant asked us about why we were acting this way and we gave her the short version of the story.  She cocked her head and asked, "Why didn't you just tell them at the desk to let someone in Coach have the First Class seats and you could have sat in Coach dressed as you were?"My wife and I looked at each other and began to laugh hysterically at our folly.  To the credit of the flight attendant, she gave us special attention all the way to Miami.  After we made it through customs in Miami I literally got down on my knees and kissed the ground.Oh, I almost forgot, after repeated attempts to contact the dive shop by phone and e-mail, I simply could not get into contact with them.  We never did pay for our diving for that trip and I've felt a little guilty about it ever since.  But only a little. <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f609.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=";)" title="Wink    ;)"  data-smilie="2"data-shortname=";)" /></blockquote>

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