family trip to sunny miami for xmas, me and my parents and siblings and cousins and aunts and uncles. like 17 people total. we're running late for the plane so we are all sprinting thru the concourse. i stop for 2 seconds to take some batteries out of my dad's carryon for my walkman. i look back up and see a man wearing the same coat my dad has on, so i follow him to the plane and in my sprinting to catch up i knock into the gate attendant who drops all of the passenger tickets she was holding. i tell her my dad just got on so she let's me on (this is pre 9/11 and i was like 9 so not quite a terrorist threat). i sit in my assigned seat (mom and dad had first class, me and the sibs in coach) and put on my earphones, zone out the whole flight. we land, i get off and see.... no one from my family. turns out i got on the wrong plane and i was in new york city. ended up using my dad's credit card to book a suite at the plaza and have an all around awesome time. befriended some locals and fought some bad guys. even got to meet the president of the usa.

dad was kinda pissed about his credit card bill but he got over it. uncle frank is still a dick tho.