Oops. The 747.
We were trying to catch our cruise ship after missing the sailing out of San Juan.
We go to San Juan, went to the airport and found a small airline going to what ever island (I forget).
A beautiful red head sold me my $99 ticket.
She took my bags and put it on the plane.
Now time to fly, I get on the DC8 and SHE WAS THE PILOT.
We never got above 500 feet. She said we just got new engines and I don't want them to rip out of the wings.
Strange experiences we all have.