So Iz and I just got home from visiting his sister in Arizona for a few days.
We missed the wind and the snow at home. Unfortunately, we got to see the rare days it rains in Arizona. lol
We had some beautiful weather too... and had such a great time.
But airplane travel deserves a blog post all its own. So here goes.
The people I encountered in the airport:
Super polite Canadians. (We flew Air Canada out of Vancouver). They're so cute.
A couple of older ladies asked me a question in the Starbucks line, and they were all "excuse me", "eh", and giggly.
Adorable.
The lady on the phone waiting for her Starbucks.
I truly wasn't trying to eavesdrop... but she was talking kinda loud. And one second she's talking about cooking a whole chicken.
And the next second she's in tears. Like wiping her eyes, crying.
So I'm not sure what happened with the chicken.
The knitter lady sitting in the terminal who couldn't find her patterns. She told her husband she couldn't find them.
He grunted. So she proceeded to phone her friend, Barb... and spoke loudly and at length about where her patterns could be.
(Barb didn't know either, just in case you're invested and wanted to know.)
The people I encountered on the plane:
"You're in my seat" guy.
So Iz and I were in row 26. This guy is telling the people behind us (IN ROW 27)...
that they're in his and his wife's seats... because they're in row 28. Stay with me here.
They think they're in row 28 because it says so on their tickets. They're telling the folks in row 27 they're in their seats.
Row 27 people look at their tickets and tell them it says row 20, not 28.
Guy looks at his ticket again, realizing he's not wearing his glasses... and yep, it's row 20.
So now everyone behind them has to back up 8 rows while they get to their correct seats.
*To be fair... they apologized the whole 8 rows.
"Count each row out loud and then act surprised when you find yours" guy.
"Sixteen....Seventeen....Eighteen....Nineteen.....Twenty.....Twenty-One......
Oh, sure here it is Alice...Row 22!"
And then they're tickled it's really there.
"The leaner backer" guy.
I give him credit for not actually reclining. But I swear he was the most fidgety, leaniest guy I've ever sat behind.
Like he was leaning back SO hard in his seat, and repositioning every 2.5 minutes.
Flopping. Flailing. Very bizarre. Can you break airplane seats? Like snap them in half?
My money's on this guy.
"Backpack swinger" guy.
(Not to be confused with "You must be on an Everest expedition with that gigantic/enormously stuffed backpack, where are
you hiding the Sherpa" guy.)
Now boarding time can be tricky. It's a time for patience and a little grace.
But seriously...how can you not know that you are in danger of concussing people each time you turn around in the aisle?
Or that you actually ARE whacking people, and you don't apologize?
Can you tell I was in an aisle seat? So many people's butts touched the back of my arm.
So. Many. People.
The classic "Make your bag fit in the overhead" guy.
He needs no explanation.
Backpack swinger and Everest expedition guy often double in this category.
"Guy who smells like fish" guy.
He sat right behind me.
Not like he just came from a swanky sushi bar or something.
Like he just came from the processing plant.
Also the classic "Pull back on every seat as you make your way down the aisle to the bathroom" guy.
I give a pass to older people who need it for balance.
But SOOOOOO many people do this.
Once a lady pulled my hair, and then had the nerve to look annoyed when I said "ouch!"
Also in the category of personal space invasion:
"Lean by your screen/butt in your face standing in the aisle waiting to get off the plane" guy.
The picture doesn't properly show butt/face proximity.
And last, but not least... (and a new one for me)...
"A pinch between your cheek and gums then spit in the airsick bag" guy.
I kid you not.
And I think this young guy was fairly new to Skoal, as he had his whole face in the bag
while he horked and yakked.
My favorite part was when the flight attendant looked right at him, and just kept on walking.
I can only imagine the stuff they've seen.
Ok. On the plus side:
Yes, yes... good looking guy with headphones. But do you see what's next to him?
That's right, baby. NOTHING.
On our way to Phoenix, I may have had fish guy behind me and leaner backer guy in front of me...
but by golly, we had an empty seat between us! Woohoo!
I honestly don't remember the last time that's happened.
And I got to watch 2 pretty good movies.
The Predator and Mission Impossible: Fallout.
More from our little trip to Arizona in another post.
Happy Thursday!
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