Once again, a group of us all went travelling together. This time, heading home, instead of the east coast(ish). A group of about 10 of us were flying from Florida, through Chicago on our way home. Our layover in Chicago involved a plane switch, so, despite my decision to "step off the plane" and stay for a day, I walked with the group to the next gate.
As we arrived at the new gate, Andy pondered, "I wonder if we flew Shamu."
The rest of us thought about Andy's pondering for a bit, and concluded that yes, based on the whale and underwater decoration in our previous plane, we were on the Shamu plane.
"But which one?" Andy continued.
Turns out, there are three Shamu planes. I didn't have anything else to do. Dad wasn't going to be at the airport for another hour or so, so I told the group, to most everyone's surprise, that I'd go see. I hadn't told anyone other than Andy and Chookie, oh, and the rep at the gate counter, that I wasn't continuing on home, so most everyone was concerned I'd make it back in time for my flight. Given my flight is tomorrow, I think I'll be okay...
So, I hoofed it back over to the gate we had left, to check out the plane. Yes, indeed, we had just flown Shamu:
But WHICH ONE?
I walked up to the nearest gate agent, and asked, "Hey, so, do you know which Shamu that is?" pointing to the plane out the window.
"That? Shamu? Oh, yes, let's see," he said. In his best VOA, answered, "that's the fourth Shamu."
"Your website says there are only three."
He paused back.
"Oh, yeah, right. That's the third one."
Oooooooooh-kaaaaaaaaaay. So, apparently he didn't know either.
We did, however, fly one of them!