Flashing back to the plane ride home after a househunting trip to California—we had a month or so of real winter left before the move. The pilot came on and announced that we’d be landing in Boston in so many minutes, where the temperature was 17 degrees, and I was like, Turn that plane around right now!
Flashing back to the plane ride home after a househunting trip to California—we had a month or so of real winter left before the move. The pilot came on and announced that we’d be landing in Boston in so many minutes, where the temperature was 17 degrees, and I was like, Turn that plane around right now!