Want to get away?

I love vacation.

Seriously though.

Love vacation.

Who doesn't?!

It's a time to get away, relax, work out a little bit, do some fun activities, and people watch.

Yes people watch.

As many of you know, the airport is a great place to people watch.

People running from one gate to the other, dragging their kids and their over stuffed suitcase because they didn't want to pay the $50 for a checked bag, all while eating a bagel from the airport store that sells magazines, candy bars, bagels and neck pillows.

On this last vacation, my husband and I came across a very interesting situation.

We fly stand-by, super cheap, because my awesome mom works for the airlines.

It's usually not a problem to get on a flight because we have the codes to the secret website that shows us how many seats are open on every flight.

{we are kind of like the James Bond of airplanes}

On our last leg home, there were plenty of seats open on this particular flight. 

We got our ticket, boarded the plane, sat in our seats, watched the flight attendant wave her arms signaling where the emergency exits were, and all of that good stuff.

(not to mention how to use your "extra strap" for your seat belt if the normal one doesn't fit).

Awesome.

{insert sarcasm}

Anyways...

Just before we were about to taxi onto the runway, the flight attendant came up to us and stared for about 15.4 extremely awkward seconds.

She then proceeded to tell us that since we were stand-by passengers (aka airplane hitch-hikers), that she was sorry, but the grounds crew just told her that we needed to get off of the plane because the plane was over weight capacity.

WHAT?!

Yeah, over weight capacity. Too many LBs. Too much poundage. 

Too many bagels and not enough running. 

The flight attendants and the ground-crew workers did a great job at unloading our things only to find that the plane was still over weight capacity so now they needed to drain fuel. They were nice enough to  drain enough fuel so that we could get back onto the flight and make it home that night.

What we found out was that the airlines estimate the average passenger to weigh 130 pounds.

WHAT?!

130 pounds? In what country?! Defiantly not America.

See below.

Moral of the story?

The airlines should probably reevaluate their poundage estimate.

Or is that kind of like the clothing companies changing their sizes so that when you put on a size "8" it's actually a size "12" but we don't need to know that because we like to say that we fit in an "8."

True moral of the story?

Eat less bagels and run more.

Seriously, though.