Flying

Soooo….. I hate plane rides… wait… I HATE PLANE RIDES!!! Much better :) 

There is something about a plane that is just unnatural.  I mean, OK maybeeee it’s just one HUGE jump across the country… but still weird.  The worst part about flying is the way the air smells… the best word I can think of to describe it is… fake.  You know what I mean?  Who knows how long this air has been circulating… and where it came from…. I once did a microbiology report on that… eww. So here I am, uneasy in this stupid plane going from stupid Denver, Colorado to stupid BWI and hating knowing that I’m going to be in this stupid seat for 4 hours.  

It had been maybe been 5 minutes and I was already board… so I turned to the older gentleman setting next to me and said nervously, “Have you ever watched the series LOST?”  I could tell he was already regretting choosing the seat next to me.  HAHA!  His face was priceless… who is this girl? … and is she going to want to talk the whole time??? BAHAHAHA, but he decided to be polite and turned to me “why would you bring that up???”  I explained how I had just watched 6 hours of LOST (thanks to my roommate Cris) the day before and couldn’t get it out of my mind.  He just chuckled to himself and said “well I don’t think there are any islands between here and Maryland… unless of course we land somewhere in the Mississippi,” then gave me a wink. 

As the plane started to ascend and the seats started rattling and the engine sound stared humming louder, and the fake air started coming out faster and my body was forced back in my seat and my water bottle started rolling back and … well you get the point, the older gentleman turned to me and whispered “if we crash, you know it’s your fault right?” … you may laugh now, but this guy’s face was SERIOUS.  Afterwards, he reaches to grab one of those emergency pamphlets out of the pouch in front of him and hands it to me without saying ANYTHING … NO JOKE.  Let’s just say that I started freaking out… on the inside.  I just looked at him a giggled, but in my mind I was wishing I would have paid a little closer attention to the air flight attendants while they were explaining what to do in an emergency situation. After the assent I closed my eyes… WITH the emergency pamphlet in my hand, pretending to sleep… but who could ever sleep after such an incident??? That whole flight I opened my eyes for a total of four times: once to order my drink, once to grab my drink, once to grab my snack, and once while the older gentleman went to the restroom to look the emergency pamphlet over.  I have never had a photographic memory… but I played those stupid pamphlet pictures over and over again in my mind.  These were the kind of thoughts I was having… Ok, if I’m sitting here and the emergency exit is there, I need to grab my seat cover grab my back pack…. wait grab my back pack, then the seat cover… go to the back for the food, jump across these seats…

Yep, this guy had won… he officially freaked me out and I was the one regretting MY seat choice in the end… let’s just say, I am NOT looking forward to the flight back to Las Vegas.