The Reasons we fly Delta

So.. last post was on Thursday. This one's on Friday.. let's just pretend the weeks are the same, yes? (:
Nah, it's all good.
Because I got to go see Michael. *sigh of relief and love and almost dying but not quite*
It had been a month.
Wow. Don't do that.
Don't. It's not fun.

The Reasons we (I.. America.. whoever) fly Delta:

1: Biscoff cookies. 

It's true and you know it. Have you had one? Did you eat ten instead of one? Did the people around you understand that you suddenly turned into a Biscoff-eating machine and give you theirs? Mine didn't. >:(

Stewardess: Would you like a snack? Peanuts, pretzels, cookie? 

Me: Cookiiiieeezz.z.. *drool*

Stewardess (to other guy): Would you like a snack? Peanuts, pretzels, cookie?

Other guy: No, thanks.

Me: *gawping* ...what? You.. I could have had that.. have you not tried Biscoff cookies or something?

Stewardess: *repeat*

Next lady: No, thanks.

And repeat about 5x. I was saddened.

I got braver, later on. On the last leg home the English guy next to me said no. Since he and I had become friends I informed the stewardess that he really wanted peanuts. They both laughed. But it worked. (:

Now picture ten instead of just one.

2. Yay Sky Miles!

Super thanks to my parents [in-law] who used their miles to buy Michael and I tickets this season. You're saving our lives. We love you.

3. Unintended Mechanical Issues

Why is this a reason we love Delta? Are you being sarcastic?

Nope.

Be me, seeing my adoring fiance for the first time in a month, staying for the amount of time which, while in USU, was the best we could do. 

Be me, not in college anymore, leaving before I really "have to" because I can't change my flight. 

Okay.

Now be me when the announcer guy tells you your plane is cancelled and offers a flight the next day.

Be Michael when I called and asked him to come get me from the airport.

Yay. (: We love Delta. 

Just don't be the guy next to me who got really pissed off. Nope. Be me. 

His name was Zach and he worked for the DIA in the Air Force... he hates SLC (where we were both headed, both days) and told me all about his married/divorced/dating/engaged life. For hours. We sat by each other on both days for over 2 hours waiting for said flight connection. Hilarious. He was way cool.

This post should be about: 

Day 4: Your parents

But, 1) long posts are hard to read, aren't they? Tell me, really. Because I can do short ones. Like today.

 And 2) I don't want to pass up my friends who are on day 5... that's a lame reason. It's mostly because of the long post. Let me know.


I have no idea why these last two paragraphs are a different sized font. But it really bugs me...XD