Temporary husband

Continued ... So we were all herded off the faulty plane and told to make reservations for another flight. I stood in a very long line for what seemed like eternity. They were helping me and another guy at the same time, and we were put on a flight on another airline. And since we only had a few minutes to make it, took off running for the terminal.

Unfortunately, we were in such a hurry that I didn't look at the voucher before checking in. It was then I found out I had a husband, and we were reserved as Donna and Tom Pierce.

I was going to tell them the names were not right but then an angel popped on one shoulder and a devil on the other. The angel said to do the right thing, have the reservation corrected and take the chance on missing a flight out that day. The devil said I was in control and should take the easy way out. After all, what did difference did a name make? Then Tom told me tomorrow was his daughter's birthday and he had to get home, so being the nice person I am, decided I should help him out. However, I also told him that if something happened to the plane his name wouldn't be correct on the passenger list. I guess the previous faulty plane was still in his mind, he went white and I realized once again my realism needed to be shushed.

So we checked in and he stuck to me like glue. The flight attendants called him Mr. Pierce and he acted like such. During the layover in Charlotte, he stood outside the restroom and waited for me, ate with me and sat with me while waiting to board. I decided to take a break from him and called my then fiance/now husband and told him I was temporarily married. He laughed and said "I'm supposed to be surprise? Something strange always happens to you when you travel." Realistically, he was right.

After landing in Birmingham, my temporary husband took off to catch a fight to Minnesota, and I took off to baggage claim. That was the end to my temporary marriage, and what I learned from this was, realistically, no one was hurt.