While in my cramped seat waiting for the airplane doors to close, I overheard a woman in the seat in front of me trying to tell her boyfriend our flight number (2832). Apparently the connection was not clear and she was getting frustrated. The silence of the airplane was broken when she yelled out, "2832! Just like my measurements!! Geesh."

The entire plane broke out in laughter. She was OBVIOUSLY not 28-32. It got even funnier when she poked her head above the seat and challenged, "WHAT?!? Those are totally my measurements!"

The laughter roared above the engines when an annonymous voice responded, "You mean you weigh 2832?"

Having spent over 10 hours waiting at airports just to catch a plane from Houston to Los Angeles, that just about made it worth the wait (or was that weight?).

HAHA.