That time my plane was almost hi-jacked.

If you have missed any of my Costa Rica re-caps...check them out starting here...especially that one, this way you may have a better understanding of how my flight situation was getting to Costa Rica.

Like I've said...my travel to CR was a little rocky at first but got so much better along the way...we even had an upgrade to first class.

My travel leaving CR, well that is an entirely different story. See, I was a little apprehensive in the first place about flying out, having given the issues I had. I wasn't sure I was even going to have a ticket to leave the country...but alas, I did. I had no problems with customs or checking in...my luggage even lost 2lbs. 

Not sure how that even happened.

We were even to the airport four hours before our flight was schedule to leave, which was a big improvement than my flights out of the US. As we are waiting to board, my name gets called over the intercom.

My first thought was,"What the hell?" "I better get to leave this country."

It was no big deal, I just was randomly selected, along with a couple other people, to get my carry on and myself re-checked. Whatever, as long as I am not being held in this country because of my ticket fiasco...you can frisk me all you want.

That didn't sound too good, but you get the idea.

I pass the extra security and get to go ahead and board before anyone else. I get on the plane, find my seat, get everything situated and as I'm putting my luggage into the carry-on, I hear all this commotion towards the front of the plane. I stop, walk up to the front, where the flight attendant stops me and says that there is someone that ran past the security and has proceeded to lock himself into the cockpit. 

She tells me not to worry but to sit back down, because we don't know if he has a gun or not.

Lady...I am not sure who you are talking to, but you can not tell this blonde Oklahoma girl not to worry...especially if someone is trying to take over my damn plane.

Needless to say I sort of "lose it" as in, I start to panic and am demanding to get off this plane. I know there is a backdoor so I suggest to the flight attendant to let us get off the plane, she says to me that the door is already closed for the food service. I then proceed to yell at her, "if this man flies this plane, no one on here will give two shits about the food on this plane"

(please excuse the profanity, but someone was taking over my plane and I felt as though I needed to use it)

Now, mind you...there are about five people on this plane. That's it. There are two big guys in the front trying to get the dude out of the cockpit...I don't really think they are doing that great of a job, so I just start to yell...

"Just shoot him...if you don't shoot him, I will...I'm from Oklahoma, I know how to shoot a gun"

That really didn't get me anywhere...because apparently you can't do that in Costa Rica...so finally I start yelling just to knock him out, and drag him off the plane.

I mean the thoughts that run through your mind are crazy. I don't know planes very well, I don't know if there is like a key in the ignition and the plane is just ready to go, I had no idea if my plane was going to start moving...because believe me if that had happened, that food service door was going to be open for sure.

I thought about my friends, Miss Football and Kristin and how they saw me get on the plane and have no clue as to what's happening...and how is it possible that I am going to get hi-jacked without them...they are going to have to tell my mom.

It was the scariest moment of my life.

Hands down.

They finally got the dude under control and handcuffed him and got him off the plane. I finally get to get off the plane, and I am still freaking out. Hands shaking, I'm screaming at all the people on the runway, they don't understand me because I'm screaming in English.

It was madness.

This dude was screaming that he wanted to take the plane to Nicaragua, which is dumb, because if your going to go through all the trouble of taking a plane...you might as well go somewhere that isn't a two hour car drive away.

This could have ended way worse, but thank God that it didn't. I was slightly nervous to get back on the plane, but thanks to the guy sitting next to me, he made sure I had plenty of Bloody Mary's .

For Miss Football's version of what happened check here...she was not on the plane, but in the waiting area...so all she saw was me get on the plane, and then the feds run onto the plane.

I think she thought I had smuggled something on.

Talk about a way to end the trip of a lifetime.