Mike Sela

And then we meet our skydiving partners, because when you go skydiving for the first time, you don't do that by yourself.

You don't even get a parachute.

Your skydiving instructor puts a parachute on their back, and they strap you to their front like a big baby Bjorn.

So it's not like you're really skydiving.

You're just the luggage of someone who is skydiving.

And we meet our instructors, and they're very chill dudes.

Mine is named Stefan.

He's like one part snowboarding instructor, one part Top Gun, like two part sunglasses.

And we go through the training, which is just like explaining how to be good, polite luggage.

And then they take us out to the runway to see the group in front of us and a small plane pulls up and two instructors and two skydivers get in the back and the plane starts to taxi away and they don't even bother closing the door.

One dude's leg is just casually dangling out the door.

And this is where I really start to flip out.

I mean, there was a leg dangling.

I've been in airplanes and normally when my airplanes taxi, I'm not even allowed to have my tray table down.

Let alone part of me hanging out the airplane.

So I turned to Parker and my wife and I say, hey, how are you guys feeling?

And they're fine, they're happy, they're excited like psychopaths.

And so our plane pulls up next, and two instructors get in, and then Parker and I get in, sort of with our backs to them, and we scoop between their legs, like we're the little spoons.

And the plane starts to taxi, and it takes off, and I realize that I'm not strapped to Stefan yet.

And I ask him in my calmest and most high-pitched voice, I say, hey, Stefan, don't you think you should just strap us together?