Eric Schur

I get to the gate and there is nobody there, except for one person working for the airline.

She's holding a clipboard and she looks at me, clearly it's the roster of the flight people, and she says, are you Eric or are you Robert?

I said, I'm Eric?

She said, where's Robert?

I said, he's having a bagel?

She said, well, you have to get on the plane right now.

We're about ready to take off.

I'm like, can we wait, Jessica?

Because he's, we're going.

And she's like, no, right now.

And at that moment, I look down that long hallway and I see Robert kind of ambling down the escalator.

And I look and I see his face and he's just having a gay old time, just full of coffee and bagel.

And I say, Robert!

And he says, what?

And I say, run!

And so he kind of runs down to the gate and this nice lady, she lets us onto the plane and we get there on the, we have to walk like up the stairs to the plane, like on the runway, and then our seats are in the back so we have to walk past every single person on the plane who's been waiting for us.

I am so fuming mad by the time that we sit down.

Robert looks peaceful and happy as a clam.

I can hardly speak to him, I am seething with anger.

And Robert looks at me, he can tell that something is a little twitchy in my eye and he said, what's wrong?