Quickly as to not miss her flight, she scurried through the airport and impatiently stood in line. Trying to avoid thinking about the plane flying over the Bermuda Triangle.
"In Nam, I flew over in a small plane," a male voice boasted. "Our gauges went whacky, but we made it OK." He chuckled.
"Stop Henry I'm nervous enough." A woman's voice said with a slight tremble of fear.
"Flight 66, may board," was announced. Looking at her ticket, row six, seat six! "Glad there is no six six six," she mumbled. Looking at her watch, stuck on six after six.