Our 3:40 flight turned into a 4:30 flight and then a 5:30 flight . Spouse and I boarded and walked back and then back and then back some more. I fly fairly often but not enough to know how many rows make up a plane.
Did we have the dreaded last row with its non reclining seats and the too-close keisters of fellow passengers waiting for the loo?
Saved.. We were the next to last.
We took our seats, both of us happy. We had been separated - my husband had the aisle - but that wasn't necessarily a bad thing. After a full week together, 24/7, we could handle a little break in the conversation.
I had scored a window seat. Sweet.
Until I heard the voice behind me. If I could have turned around to stare, I'm sure I would have seen 1940s child star, Margaret O'Brien. It was the same voice - Margaret had probably at one point been drilled by the director to "speak up for the camera!" Whatever the advice, it had taken. Hers was a voice of piercing diction able to be heard over the clang,clang, clang of the trolley in "Meet Me in St. Louis" and now it was behind me in all its glory.
Fortunately, later between the roar of the engines and a conscientious parent, it faded into white noise.
One thing I don't believe I've seen before:
When we we were preparing for take -off, I looked up to see a mist spraying into the cabin from the air vents. Someone with a less trusting nature could have had some darker explanations - mass mind meld, poison gas - but since no one else seemed concerned, I went back to my book.
After about an hour the crew began the chip and soda patrol. We hadn't eaten since an early lunch so a small bag of anything was sounding pretty good.
I put down my tray table and look what I found.
Somehow the paltry ONE 6 x 6 semi-dry hand wipe I was given didn't cut it and neither did the water from my water bottle and the scrubbing with the rest of my tissues. I dug deeper in my bag and came up with a clean paper towel.
Interesting that I was able to check my email and update my blog while thousands of feet in the air but couldn't get a tray table that wasn't a oblong Petri dish of disease.
I would happily forgo the technical advances for some good old soap and water.