Sydney in economy last night kind of sucked
I didn’t enjoy it
when it was discovered that, after making a guy stand up, and a couple of other
people move around, and then getting set up with my stuff under my seat, and
books in ready, that it turned out I was in the wrong middle seat…
I wasn’t having fun
when it then took me ten minutes, sitting on the floor next to the emergency
exit, to find my boarding pass in the plastic bag medley that had become my
carry on luggage (my lone flash of class) after I was forced to check mine for
weight issues, all while feeling epically watched, and judged, and in the way,
and moronic, while trying to find it…. ,
Joy did not wash over
me when it then turned out someone else was in my actual middle seat…. and he
was wearing noise canceling headphones so he couldn’t hear me asking him to
move, and his eyes apparently didn't work… so I stood there for a few moments
gesturing like a fool who got on the wrong plane….
Relief was had when I
ended up just volunteering to take blind headphone guy’s seat, and the steward
agreed I could, and then we took off and the food came, and was surprisingly
good, even after my first choice ran out before I could get to it, so I
demolished it….
While not having fun discovering that my new seats headphone jack didn’t work, so if I wanted to listen to a movie properly I’d have to switch back to my original seat, and you know put out a stranger in the wrong for my personal benefit, something I am incapable of doing….
Did I mention how classy my plastic bag carry on bag medley was yet?
While not having fun discovering that my new seats headphone jack didn’t work, so if I wanted to listen to a movie properly I’d have to switch back to my original seat, and you know put out a stranger in the wrong for my personal benefit, something I am incapable of doing….
Did I mention how classy my plastic bag carry on bag medley was yet?
In other news:
Crying baby right near me- check
Genuine death fearing turbulence - check
Epic long, long wait to for the turbulence to stop so I could eventually piss and ease my kidney ache - check
NyQuil time
Good result, decent amount of sleep, not sure how I fared during this time in my mission statement of: 'Don't make my seat partners pissed off they got me instead of who they should have gotten, that asshole behind me who actually seems really quiet and I don’t think has had to pee once'
Crying baby right near me- check
Genuine death fearing turbulence - check
Epic long, long wait to for the turbulence to stop so I could eventually piss and ease my kidney ache - check
NyQuil time
Good result, decent amount of sleep, not sure how I fared during this time in my mission statement of: 'Don't make my seat partners pissed off they got me instead of who they should have gotten, that asshole behind me who actually seems really quiet and I don’t think has had to pee once'
I fared badly at this
mission when I finally went to the toilet again after holding on for as long a
freaking possible and they started breakfast service while I was in action, and
started right in my area, which meant I couldn’t get to my seat until food had
been put down, and I’d had to yell across my choice, and then had to make the
guy who got the aisle seat get up holding his food tray and coffee, and
headphones while I stumbled getting into my seat under my tray without spilling
shit….
I decided to have a
slight break from an insane need to not have strangers upset at me for very
little, and instead stopped for a minute to fantasize about catching someone on
the plane reading one of books and loving it, and reading sections to their
seatmate because they couldn’t help but share it - and I was in these fantasy clouds of joy
when
'You ever r b’ said my aisle seat mate
'What?' I replied
'Be r?'
'What?
'Ben rrr a?'
'What? Oh oh oh oh have I been to Australia before? Yeah I’m from there actually, do you need any advice, um I ca….'
'NOOOO, I said DO .... YOU .... HAVE ... A PEN I CAN BORROW?'
Oh fuck I'm such a tool….
'You ever r b’ said my aisle seat mate
'What?' I replied
'Be r?'
'What?
'Ben rrr a?'
'What? Oh oh oh oh have I been to Australia before? Yeah I’m from there actually, do you need any advice, um I ca….'
'NOOOO, I said DO .... YOU .... HAVE ... A PEN I CAN BORROW?'
Oh fuck I'm such a tool….
But then…. After ten
minutes or so…. of feeling like a bad hearing loser… I hear to my right, from
my window seatmate:
'Do you have a pen I
can borrow?'
Yes, I heard him clearly, the FIRST TIME.
'No worries I replied'
I pulled out my pen, and handed it to him with zero embarrassment necessary - I've truly never felt prouder of myself! Joy!
Yes, I heard him clearly, the FIRST TIME.
'No worries I replied'
I pulled out my pen, and handed it to him with zero embarrassment necessary - I've truly never felt prouder of myself! Joy!
And so I’m back
in Sydney for a little while everyone, and kind of liking it so far. Flying is awesome.
And now a message
from my pillow from this flight
‘Holy Christ this
Dave guy drools, and I mean DROOLS, he fucking slept face down on me for hours,
soaking me half way to the core, and then spinning me over to do the other
side, it's not Christian, it’s disgusting, how can anyone possibly drool that
much, how can anyone wake up, with a trail of drool from their pillow to their
mouth, just wipe it across their face and go back to sleep again without caring
about how fucking gross that was, and then sleep in the same way straight away
again, KNOWING how much fucking drool was coming out. SICKENING. They should
call him Droolie McDrool. I would NEVER want to sit next to that gross
motherfucker on a plane'.
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