Auspicious beginnings :
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I stowed my carry-on overhead
without wrenching my back or dropping it on anyone – since no one leaped from his seat to assist me. Looking so healthy is a mixed blessing.
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My other carry-on (the one I was sure some over-zealous attendant might question) miraculously fit
under the seat in front of me.
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I wasn’t fortunate enough to have
an empty seat next to me, but it was occupied by a blessedly quiet guy in his
(?) late twenties. I sat and read my magazine, but my peripheral mind couldn’t
help but notice several things about him, things that as the mother of my own
sweet, lanky guy I found increasingly endearing.
He had, of
course, drawn the dreaded Middle Seat, and was having difficulty knowing what
to do with his arms. I lowered the arm rest between us, inviting him to use it.
He thanked me shyly, but was sparing in its use, unlike other people I’ve sat
next to who not only hogged it, but overran the border deep into my personal
territory.
Was he unprepared,
or just a non-reader? I worked my way through my magazine, crossword, and book
as he sat quietly, arms carefully folded, watching the airline ads and
announcements on the built-in screen of the chair in front of him for the full
2+ hour trip. With no head phones, he was unable to listen to the movies and
other shows provided.
He left for a
trip to the bathroom, but on his return was unable to find the other half of
his seatbelt. He solved this by draping the one half he did have across his
lap, perhaps to ward off any disciplinary action by the flight attendant.
I suspect this
was his first flight.
Awwww.
ReplyDeleteI had a first flighter, once, out of Iowa to Chicago. Somehow it sticks in my mind he was going to join the military; don't know how much sense that makes.
I had booked the window seat; he had the middle. Without being too obnoxious he was attempting to see EVERYTHING out the window. I offered to change seats. He blushed scarlet. "Would you do that, m'am. I've never been on an airplane before." To the annoyance of the aisle seat passenger, we got up and made the switch. His nose was glued to the window for the entire flight. And landing.
You are good people, Joanne. That was kind of you.
DeleteI hate being piggy in the middle on a crowded plane. The young man behaved well, considering where he was sitting.
ReplyDeleteFunny how in those situations we all develop GIANT elbows in spite of ourselves.
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