Forget First Class

We’d like to thank Denise for sharing the following story.

In the late 90’s I was flying home from Newark, NJ back to Minneapolis, after a long work week away from my son. We used to fly out whenever we could get bumped from Business Class to First Class, so in this case we were flying home at almost midnight (just to get those awesome seats and some coffee with Bailey’s for free). First class was PACKED, but the coach cabin was almost completely empty.

We were about to take off, when Bill Murray suddenly appeared in the cabin to general whispered freak out. He took one look at the 7 of 8 First Class seats, then the 100+ wide open Coach seats, and blew past us to sit in the back. I didn’t blame him a bit.

The flight was awful; a bad storm, lightning, and lots of sudden changes in altitude. There were several scary moments. We all whispered that he must have been going to St Paul, because we all knew he was a partial owner of the St. Paul Saints, our local baseball farm team. We all lived and arrived at MSP, but we never saw him leave the plane; he must have waited for us to leave, though the pilots headed back to greet him.

I was walking to a payphone to call my boyfriend to pick me up, and he was just standing there, lounging against the glass wall. As I walked away, I turned to get a peek at him and he flashed a big smile at me. I was so surprised and flustered, I smiled back and almost RAN to the door. He looked highly amused.

So, I practically almost died in First Class, while Bill Murray sat in coach… it doesn’t get more surreal than that.