The letter that reads?:
If anyone should find this message, please get word to Sandra Rafflethorpe of Palm Avenue in Lewiston, Idaho that her sister, Sally is alive and stranded on an island somewhere in the South Pacific. Please send help soon. Things are bad. And they're getting worse...
Sally
I know I'll be haunted by how fine the menfolk on the raft were. That was a lot of fine, and if I'd been Kate, I'd have been trying to take Walt's place.
And once again, ita identifies the heart of the matter.
I can't get the seating chart to load.
ETA: ita, thanks for fixing the earlier post. The link works for me -- does it work for you now?
Narrator, check the status of the flight,
then click on 815, and it should come up. Then just start clicking everywhere.
Done. I get to the page, but it shows only the seating chart with a large blue box on it which says: "Loading Seating Chart Information. Please wait a moment ...." The chart never comes up and clicking does nothing. Very irritating.
Can I ask why we're whitefonting? None of this is even remotely spoilery. (And if it is, it belongs in Spoilers anyway, not whitefont.)
All the cool kids were whitefonting and I succumbed to peer pressure.
Narrator, you're so cute.
Hurley resentfully swallowing the bitch ticket agent's bitchery because she has the power to deny him his mom's birthday.
What I loved about this scene was that, with all the hassle he went through to get to that gate on time, he only managed to get on through sheer Hurley-ness with the gate agent. And, his big hug echoed the hug he gave Rousseau.
I want Hurley to be my baby brother, with or without the $160 million.