James Duthie

I buried my head in my lap like they teach you on the planes.

I went into the crash position.

It probably wasn't the smartest move in retrospect, but that was what my instinct... I cowardly buried my head in my own lap.

Scary scene, though.

Legit scary scene.

And as soon as I told him that I did that, I knew that he would morph it into me using Megan Redwood as a human shield.

Also, I suggested on the car ride to the airport, this is what we do at the Masters.

The rent-a-car in Minnesota is not close.

It's not like a walk across the street like in Ottawa or something.

So this is what we do at the Masters.

You drop all the luggage off.

A couple of guys stay with the luggage.

The other guy brings back the rent-a-car so he doesn't have to lug suitcase into the shuttle.

Perfect.

So I suggest, hey, guys, let's do it this way.

O and me can wait with the luggage.

Or O, if you want to come be Frankie, I don't mind staying with the luggage.

No problem.

Great idea, Frankie says.

We pull all the luggage out.