The two sisters were sitting in the front row of first class when I noticed the small red gift bag at their feet. “I’m sorry, ladies, but you are seated in the bulkhead, and I’ll have to put that gift bag in the overhead compartment,” I said pointing to the lack of under-the-seat storage.
The sister at the window willingly handed over the merchandise. “This is heavier than it looks,” I commented.
“It’s our mother,” the one in the aisle giggled, “and we are giving her the 'Weekend at Bernie’s' trip.”
I shut the bag in the overhead as my face turned the same shade as the bag.
The moral: Not even your dearly departed gets a free ride in the bulkhead during take off and landing.
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