We flew back into the Loops late last night after both of our planes had been delayed on the way back from Edmonton. As we were rolling down the tarmac in Vancouver, getting ready to take off for Kamloops, I realized there were some very strange thoughts running through my mind. What was even more strange is that I realized that these are recurring thoughts that plague me every time I fly.
I giggled to myself as I thought of sharing them with you.
Here is the list of what I think about while flying:
- Mayday (not the parade, but the show on Discovery channel where they re-enact plane crashes and analyze what went wrong and how they could have been prevented). On a flight to the Dominican Republic a few years ago, Greg and I ended up sitting across the isle from each other rather than beside each other in the same row. There was a husband and wife next to me, so I turned to them to introduce myself and make polite conversation. I noticed that the wife had a white-knuckled grip on the arm of her seat, so I asked if she was afraid to fly. She said nothing, but her husband nodded and grinned. Of course, me being me, I couldn’t just leave it at that. I asked them, “Hey, have you ever seen that show Mayday on the Discovery channel? It’s a show about plane crashes – they analyze how crashes happen and how the aviation industry uses that information to prevent further crashes from happening. So, really, all of the crashes that have happened have really paved the way for safer flying conditions and better constructed planes. I don’t think you really have anything to worry about. Of course, there’s always a chance that we could crash, but you have a better statistical chance of being hit by a bus than dying in a plane crash. Ha Ha, tell that to people who are in plane crashes and see what they say, eh…” LOL, I just went on and on and on, thinking I was distracting her from her fear. Her husband didn’t say a word, just looked at me with a sort of comical expression on his face, but she finally looked over at me, leaned past her husband and whispered, “Would you kindly shut the hell up?” Needless to say, I don’t mention that show to people on the plane anymore, but I often think about it.
- Gross. There are twenty or so people in front of me whose hair looks as though it hasn’t been washed in weeks and they are leaning their greasy heads against the seat back. How many greasy-haired people have rested their heads against the back of my seat? Do the clean up crews wipe the seats down? That is totally disgusting. I think I’ll just sit up straight and keep my pristine hair away from unwanted hair grease. (This is always the point at which Greg says, “Why are you leaning so far forward?”)
- It’s just so weird to see a male flight attendant. It seems somehow out of sync with the universe, like female sportscasters or female Nascar drivers.
- Do the pilots not realize that blowing air into the plane while it sits on the Tarmac just blows the smell of jet fuel in and makes everyone feel nauseous? Haven’t they ever sat in the back of the plane before? I think I’m going to vomit.
- No, Greg, I don’t want to look out the window at the tiny city below us. You ask me every time we fly and I always shake my head NO. How many times do we have to go through this ritual before you understand how much that freaks me out???
- Why does someone around me always have to let one go when I’m stuck in a semi-sealed tin can and there’s nowhere for it to go but up my nose. Oh wait, Greg, you’re gross…stop laughing so hard and grow up… 🙂
- Are we there yet?
The list could go on and on…
I was also bombarded by more than the usual thoughts of Cora during our flights. She was only alive for 30 hours, but she and I had a plane ride together. Some people live their entire lives without flying. I found myself wishing that we were the couple two rows up who were totally stressed out because their baby girl was screaming her head off and they couldn’t get her to go to sleep. What I wouldn’t give to have a moment like that with our daughter.
Anyway, the weekend visiting my brother and his family was great. We laughed a lot – so much that my stomach muscles were a tad achy – and Greg and I had the chance to spend time with our niece and nephew, which is always awesome. Love those kids to bits. I also managed to get some work done and am almost finished with Shelley & Andy’s wedding photos! Woo hoo!
This post is totally random, much like my thoughts while flying.
I am happy to be home and, even though we already miss Mike, Molly and the kids (including you, niece Kristin), I’m looking forward to the busy week ahead. Bring on the work!
Here are a few more of S&A’s wedding. This time I thought I’d post some ceremony pics as well. So much love and emotion that day. It was so special.
I couldn’t resist throwing in the last pic with the shoes. I LOVED those shoes.
Okay, time to get on with the day.
Have a good Tuesday everyone. I wish you all enough…