Live Vest

“Live Vest under seat.”

What do they mean there’s a live vest under my seat? he thought as he began to settle into the slightly-less-than-comfortable chair near the middle of the plane.

Apparently this live vest residing beneath him was a furry creature with a thin little tail, sharp pointy claws, an interesting assortment of teeth and two incredibly darting eyes. The thing was not much bigger than a household feline, but it was incredibly fast and vicious. Dave had never heard of such a vest before, but that didn’t stop it from gnawing on his leg. Looking around, he felt small and helpless as he fruitlessly attempted to bat the bizarre animal away.

After looking about and fidgeting wildly for a bit, he was able to summon the help of a crew member. Creating a scene of epic proportions within the seating area, Dave was gasping for air as he saw the other blood soaked passengers nearby. What’s going on here, why is everyone so calm? Am I the only person who’s never heard of these stupid vests before? He was quickly ejected from the airplane and escorted to the airport’s security office.

“Seriously, I’m not crazy, you! You’re the crazy ones!” he shouted at the guard as he stormed out of the office and towards the airport exit where his taxi was waiting. Dave was so confused and upset that he didn’t even remember to get his luggage before leaving the place.

“That’s the second one this week,” said Saul as he stared blankly at the open door.

“Maybe its something in the peanuts,” supposed Kate.