'Well, its about time,' she thought as the

'Well, its about time,' she thought as the plane finally pulled away from the gate. The pilot came on to announce that,

"we are number three for take-off, will make up the time and arrive at Gowen Field in Boise on schedule."

Boise? Boise? That can't be right. I looked out the window as we pulled away from the terminal. I jumped up and said

"Stop the plane, I'm having a baby!!!" But it was too late, the hijackers didn't speak English. This was going to be a

rough flight. Not at all what I needed today. Foreign speaking hijackers, a lady about to give birth, my head is aching, what next?

What next, why did I ask. I got into the cab only to find the driver was a buxom redhead with a propensity for driving fast and driving men

to the edge of sanity. I couldn't help it. What I did next astounded even me. I reached over the seat and

found the sandwich I was keeping for times like these. It's not easy to drive when you're folded over into the back seat, but I managed with unaccustomed

the jalopenas right out of the jar. Folks were somewhat confounded by my ability to down one after another with nary a reaction. But then again that is what me me who I am. Amen.