Struck by Lightning today. Seriously.

In a jet. Here’s how it went down.

I was asleep on my tray-table. (it’s okay, we had permission from the beep)

I say asleep, but I was half-sleeping and half-arguing with myself about whether or not I should be scared.

SHMART! A noise I’ve never heard.

The plane shook and there was a big flash of light.

A few girls screamed.

I peed a little.

I assumed we hit something.

I started making a mental list of possible objects we could have run into at 28000 ft.

Falling satellite
Bird wearing an oxygen tank
Superman…

It sounded nothing like any of those.

The stewardess ran over and made us turn out the overhead lights so she could see the wings.

I asked the woman next to me what happened, but I couldn’t hear through her thick breath.

I prayed.

I sweat.

I started pretending I wasn’t scared.

Things got better.

Now I’m safe and sound at the Miami International airport wondering why this one guy always shows up at every airport I fly to. Have you seen him? He has a beard, and he’s wearing 2 hiking backpacks – one in the front and one in the back.