Just for fun

He jumped onto the train leaving Terminal A to get to his plane in Terminal C. His hand grasped the poll firmly. Setting his bag down, he quickly glanced at his watch, "I'm gonna be late," he thought to himself. The train swayed back and forth on the rails, and as he looked down he realized that some mustard from the sandwich he had eaten a few hours earlier had dripped onto his tie. He began to pick at the dried on condiment in an attempt to regain an air of professionalism. "Terminal B. This is Terminal B," sounded over the intercom. A rush of people entered onto the train, desperate to claim their spot for the ride to the next stop. The last to enter was an older lady, moving slowly with her single suitcase in tow. Upon entering, she stopped, looked up, and searched for a place to stand. As no other individual would give up their spot, the man with the dried mustard on his tie, stepped aside and offered his area around the poll. She graciously accepted, and with a big smile said, "Thank you."

As they continued onto the next terminal, the older lady looked up at the tall, strong, young man, and noticing his uniform she politely asked, "are you really a pilot?" He replied, "No ma'am, but I did stay at a Holiday Inn Express last night." The train erupted in laughter, although he wasn't sure if the lady understood his joke. He winked at her, followed by a smile and quietly said, "yes, ma'am. I am a pilot."

This is an actual story my husband shared with me recently when he returned from one of his trips. It made me laugh hysterically. Now every time I see that commercial, I imagine him saying those words.