Airplane Sunset / June 20, 2006 // In Flight
My flights for my trip were interesting… but I landed all three times, so I can’t complain too much.
For my flight to DC, I got bumped to first class. I didn’t notice much of a difference except the seat was a little bigger and I got to drink from a glass instead of a plastic cup. I halfway expected to sit next to Billy Idol and drink alcohol for the whole flight, but apparently that only happens in movies.
My flight from DC to Detroit was completely full… except for the seat next to me. My iPod battery died from watching too much Entourage, so luckily the other person in the row seemed normal enough. She talked a little too much, but it could have been much worse.
Speaking of worse, my flight from Detroit back to Indianapolis was 43 minutes of hell. Maybe I should say 67 seconds of hell…
The pilot announced over the intercom that this would be a “short flight” to Indy.
The kid two rows in front of me decided he wanted to try to count how short our flight was.
He kept messing up before he ever hit 40. The first couple times were cute. I’ll admit it, I chuckled a bit the first time. But after doing it over and over again, I wanted to shove the kids head into a motion-sickness bag.
Onnnnnnnnne.
Twooooooooo.
Threeeeeeee.
…
Thirty-seven.
Oh, I messed up… Onnnnnnnne.
You get the idea.
He finally reached 67 by the time we landed, so I guess our flight was only a minute and seven seconds long.
The senile old man next to me didn’t help. Every time the kid in front of us would reach about 30, the old man would look over at me and say “I wonder what they give that kid?” and then start staring at the ceiling again.
Maybe I was just grumpy from the 3 1/2 hour layover.
I hope I never have to fly coach again.
