Carry On

A-L: Hello.

Pete: Can you fit a snowsuit in your carry-on luggage?

A-L: Who is this?

Pete: It's your mother's boyfriend, the grandfather of the butternut squash.

A-L: Oh, my travel agent. How are ya, Pete?

Pete: Good, but answer the question. Can you fit a snowsuit in your carry-on luggage?

A-L: For what? Am I doing stand-up in business class?

Pete: No, you might need in it Newark, especially if you're spending Christmas there.

A-L: Why have you booked me through Newark? And who in New Jersey has invited me over for Christmas dinner?

Pete: Well, if you'll recall, you booked yourself through Newark. You know I'D never put you on Continental. And there are snowstorms scheduled for Newark.

A-L: I know, it was another rookie move booking a return flight through Newark in December. I'm sure it'll be fine though.

Pete: Did Irma tell you you only have an hour to change flights? She's worried you'll end up staying in New Jersey.

A-L: Forever? Do we have any cousins there?

Pete: Let me check. Hang on, Irma wants to speak to you.

Irma: Hi, A-L. Have you seen the news? They're expecting snowstorms in New Jersey right when you're landing. And you only have an hour to change planes. I hope you make it home for Christmas. It would be terrible if you got stuck in New Jersey.