Fly to Barcelona

“The Adventures of Erin”

You hop on a plane to Barcelona (because Europe, obviously). On this flight they’ve got sangria ready for you because you’re first-class, baby!

But not too long after hitting the skies, something’s…wrong. That dude in 31F must have had some bad toasted ravioli while waiting to connect flights at Lambert, and he’s single-handedly(?) rendered the only bathroom inoperable. Your flight gets rerouted to Atlanta, and you keep getting delayed. You spend the rest of your miserable life trying to get on the next plane to Portugal.

You should have picked New York.

But you die.