Away we go... to a job interview?

I was on a plane on my way to Amsterdam, sitting backwards, because some rows were like that. I was looking around and saw my friend Heidi on the same plane, I waved and she smiled back and waved. Then sje came over to talk, whn we were already picking up high speed on the runway. I though we were lifting, but suddenly we were driving among all other traffic and the plane was more like a Bus. Then we came to the old capital city (T). There we sat in this super small airport without any service, just one tax free shop. We waited and waited and were supposed to be arriving in Amsterdam but was still at the airport in T. Then people were asked to come in this one room, one by one. I asked what it was about, and was told they are hireing new flightattendents. I was thinking that "what the hell, we should be flying" and counting how few houra I'll have in Amsterdam. Suddenly I remembered that I had forgotten to take with me my testimonials from my previous jobs, since I have a jobinterview tomorrow. I checked if I still had them in my email and was rhinking on ways to get them on paper or if I should just mail them to the interviewers. Then I looked at my shoes and I was wearing black torn Adidas Superstar sneakers. Again thinking "shit the interview", but cama to think that I can buy 10€ ballerinas in that one shop in Amsterdam. Then I saw a bag on a bench, with text and pictures indicating it had to do with a kidney transplant, however, it was not a transplant box.