Written on a plane about a plane.

3 Oct

Sitting on an airplane is not an enjoyable experience. It’s not really from the fear of dropping from the clouds but because of being anxious for the destination. My idea of fun is not being smashed into a small space with a 100 or more strangers, 6 of which are screaming children. The people you’re crammed into are either smelly or cranky usually both. Don’t get me wrong I love traveling to new places and meeting new friends, I just prefer not to do it on a plane. You never have anything in common besides the fact that you were both dumb enough to pay for the same overpriced form of torture. Luckily there’s a light at the end of the tunnel knowing that soonishly(yes, I just created a word) you will arrive and an awesome adventure is probably around the corner! Your stay may be amazing and grand and be the happy ending to all you’ve endured but you’re sadly to return to the terminal in only a few days to do it all over again. You’ll have to wake up at an ungodly hour, be violated in a strip search(exaggerated), your belongings weighed and scrutinized, you’ll pray you don’t get judged for packing 8 pairs of shoes for a 4 day trip(not an exaggeration), asked for a books worth of identification(also an exaggeration), treated rudely, eat crappy airport food, eventually to be crammed again against all new cranky stinky strangers. Well, happy travels! :]


One Response to “Written on a plane about a plane.”

  1. Danielle Cooper October 7, 2011 at 12:59 am #

    You’re sooo dramatic. I love flying. In all of my flying experiences (HA) I have met some cool people (one of which said she’s look me up on facebook, which is kind of creepy, now that I think about it) and learned some things I never knew before. Besides running to catch a flight that was leaving 20 minutes after I landed, I’ve enjoyed everything about flying: floating at thousands of miles above the ground, seeing the gorgeous sky, the feeling of your stomach dropping as you descend, and going places you’ve never gone. I can understand why you wouldn’t like flying, and maybe I just got lucky.

    I think I want to be a flight attendant when I grow up…

    (I should probably make a disclaimer here so that people don’t think I’m some weirdo ranting on your blog. I mean, I AM some weirdo ranting on your blog, but I’m also your best friend, so I think said ranting is acceptable. *winks*)

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