|Crossing the morning sky, by Docbudie (CC)|
A random sequence of questions is slicing our brains. Boarding passes? Who are the owners? And where are they? How do we write our names on them? With a pencil? Anxiety and chaos persuade us to consider the offer. After weighing the pros and cons though, we decide that it really is a rip-off and we turn it down.
P.S. I have to thank Lorenzo M.B. for reminding me of this anecdote that I - possibly due to my sense of guilt - had almost forgot. As he's the guy described in this other post then, it's quite surprising how he could manage to remember this story so clearly.