Jet Planes
Take it or leave it, flying is pretty much an amazing feat. I mean, complain all you want about leg room, lack of overhead space, the fear of our ears never popping and, oh this one is the best, the torture of a 4 hour flight time. But, hello?????? You are F-L-Y-I-N-G!!!!
Yesterday afternoon I was at my home in Maryland. I ate dinner in Dallas, Texas and I spent the night last night in Austin, Texas. How cool! Never lose sight of the magic of flight.
I suppose the longest flight I’ve ever been on was to Hawaii. But if you recall, I wasn’t really old enough to remember much. Except that it was Halloween and the flight attendants were all wearing masks. And I screamed. For hours. I was that baby. But can you blame me?
The shortest flight I’ve ever been on was last night. Dallas to Austin. Less than 30 minutes. It made me laugh.
I digress, as usual.
Jokes aside, I truly enjoy flying. Perhaps it’s because I’m small enough that the cramped quarters of economy class don’t bother me much. But, besides that, no other time in my life do I feel forced to shut up, sit still, and read a book (or watch a movie). This is a tricky task for me. I’m an aisle seat type of person. Easy access to the bathroom. I grew out of window seats long ago. Unless I’m flying over the Swiss Alps. Then, I’m a spoiled rotten brat and I demand a window seat to see that view. (If you haven’t seen this view yet, book your flight now. It’s unbelievable.) I plan trips to Europe based on the course of the flight. I must fly over the Swiss Alps in daylight. I simply must.
But I typically spend my time in flight trying to do the math to figure out if I will finish my book before I fly back home. Oh it’s the cause of so much anxiety. If I finish my book on the way over, that’s no good because it means I have to go buy a new book and they aren’t light weight these days. Then, when I tire of reading my chosen book (or my fears and anxieties manifest themselves in such a way that I stop reading, just to make sure I save enough reading for the flight home), I pull out SkyMall. A requirement for patenting a new invention must be to try your doohickie out in SkyMall. That magazine has everything. I could spend a year’s salary on SkyMall. Easy.
I’m also Cranberry Apple Cocktail type of girl. The whole can. Mmmmmm. So sugary. If the flight is long enough, I’ll ask for a soda water, too. That way I can mix the two and spread out my sugar high a bit longer. You should try it. Plus, it gives the juice a nice little kick.
So there you have it. Flight through the eyes of me. I’ll save my this-was-the-worse-flight-experience-of-my-life story for my honeymoon recap. It involved 3 attempted landings, running out of fuel, and an emergency stop in Nicaragua. Ahhh, cliff hangers!
Oh, and if you haven’t watched this, you need to. Take 4 minutes and 12 seconds out of your day and just watch this. If you only have 2 minutes and 12 seconds today to watch it, go ahead and skip to the 2 minute mark. I am not steering you wrong. This will surely produce quality laughter in your life.
Ok, now I must leave you. It’s the end of September and I’m in Austin, TX where it’s 80 degrees outside and everyone is dressed like it’s the North Pole. I must investigate this strange land!
