Mission Commander suggests that the peas in a tube “smell nasty.”
Self-Destruct light won’t shut off.
Pre-empted by rumors of Tom Cruise/Katie Holmes divorce.
Suspicious “Middle Eastern” man reported in viewing area; turns out to be Mexican space enthusiast.
Payload Specialist can’t remember if he packed the “science bees.”
Pilot insists Mission Control sounds “sad” and won’t leave until he knows what’s wrong.
Ground crewman thinks he left his car keys on launch pad.
Someone suggests Nostradamus’s “Fire in the ships to the West ruin” must somehow mean STS-122.
Gull droppings in employee parking lot.
Proceeds from NASA bake sale leave budget half a billion short.
First paying passenger John Travolta won’t stop screaming “We’re gonna see Xenu!”
Payload Specialist’s humming mistaken for hydraulic leak.
Crew hasn’t picked out a theme song yet.
By the time the two-minute national moment of silence for Paris Hilton is over, clouds are everywhere.
Mission Specialist still waiting at Barnes & Noble for midnight release of Harry Potter and the Fires of Puberty.
Reports of excited geese.
Window of opportunity missed while waiting for inspirational phone call from President Diddy.