Welcome Words is on the road and so may operate a little differently for the next few days.
We waited to board the plane to Florida and spent some time people watching, having consumed every inch of that morning's newspaper. Our plane was a half hour late, but that was all right . We were on vacation.
I took note of the variety of travel clothes before me; some women had achieved the perfect balance of style and comfort, others were cautionary tales. One fleshy woman swiveled by in spiked lace-up black boots, jeans with an improbable number of zippers and a wife-beater tee shirt that displayed her flabby tattoos to advantage. A handsome father came by next carrying an adorable button- eyed baby with a pig-tailed redhead of about two scampering ahead of him. She giggled and beamed at everyone she passed and she ran ahead, her tiny red and white striped socks flashing as she went. Who could have guessed that once on the plane - our plane - she would become this spawn of satan?
Still, there was plenty to be grateful for. The button-eyed baby cooed for the full three hour flight, the redhead was one row away (when she wasn't screaming, she stood up and stared at the unfortunate folks in back of her), the woman next to me didn't try to chat once and must have weighed no more than 98 pounds. And when someone threw up and the aroma wafted through the cabin, the crew worked some kind of magic that eliminated the odor in record time.
A great flight, all in all.
Nothing like the details. You certainly kept your mind busy on this flight.
ReplyDeleteActually, once I adjusted to the steady screaming, I got a lot of reading done.
DeleteYikes. I cannot fly without my Bose noise canceling headphones because of those screamers. But the vomit, I haven't had to experience that in awhile, if ever. Great descriptions, Marty. I enjoyed them all. :-)
ReplyDeleteAh, people watching. When we picked up by sister and brother in law from England last summer I could not believe what I saw, and that was before the international fight disembarked.
ReplyDeleteI haven't flown very often, (I love flying but the cost is too much for me), but each time has been a peaceful flight with no one throwing up thank goodness. There was one flight where an overly large gentleman was squashed into the seat next to mine. I remember weighing 98 pounds, right through my twenties except for when I was pregnant.
ReplyDeleteI try to be tolerant of babies because they are babies after all. But I don't care for parents who don't try to rein in or entertain their small children on planes.
ReplyDeleteI like being places and not too crazy about the gettng there.
ReplyDeleteI couldn't agree more, Tabor.
DeleteThere is always one on every flight! At least on a train you can get up and move to the lounge where you can watch family friendly movies and drink weak coffee for free!
ReplyDeleteFood for thought, Barb.
DeleteI've never flown. The idea of being trapped several hundred feet above ground in a tin can with potential upchuckers is more than I can handle.
ReplyDeleteTry the train, much more friendly and comfortable unless there is an accident on the track, then you sit in the train station for hours. Read my blog called Escape!
DeleteSpawn of Satan... That made me laugh. Planes and airports are good for people watching.
ReplyDeleteHa ha, enjoyed the Spawn of Satan vision also. You make me realize why my fear of flying is a good thing. Sounded like a trying 3 hours. Ear buds would help dull the noise but what to do about vomit aroma? Eeeww.
ReplyDeleteYou never can tell about kids...and vomit...yew:(
ReplyDelete