Every September I travel for work for a 2 day conference. No matter what, I always encounter something of baffling proportions on my flights. For example, 2 years ago we were headed to Bend, Oregon. On both flights we encountered some SERIOUS odors. I mean the kind that will wake up those snoringsleepingstraightup types. Mmmhmm, it was that bad. It would just come wafting down the aisle searching for a naive nose to corrupt. I get that sometimes things happen and you just cant help it, but this was like no other. Hence the reason it haunts me, now 2 years later.
And no, it wasnt me.
Last year, heading to San Diego, I thought I had hit the jackpot of seats. Exit row, lots of stretchy room for above mentioned knees- nevermind the fact that if we were to head towards any water, I had first access to the door. Oh- you thought I was one of those girls that would make sure everyone exited safely? Sorry- that door opens and me and my floatie are outie. I cant hang around and wait to be trampled by panicked passengers. Anyway, here I was in this glorious exit aisle, with my traveling companion next to me, and a man in the Marines by the almighty exit door. I had just been dozing off when this shot of a sound sounded in my ears like someone just smacked my eardrum. Horribly irritated I look over to see a bear of a man slapping down a coin on the Marines tray. Dont know about that tradition? N
So today we are heading back to the West Coast (my old home of coasts) to the Diego de San. Once again, I find myself by the B as in bathroom. Where people line up like they are giving away free ipads, where the minute I step into the bathroom, the "buckle seatbelt sign" illuminates and turbulence starts and where the everytime I press the flush button, it scares the sh*t out of me.
Does anyone have any stories like that? Or are you one of those blessed situpstraightsleepers?
I'm off to try and stretch my legs. Better get in line.