Flying Traumas
>> Friday, December 10, 2010
With the usual long haul about to drag it's hellish way through my life again, I've been pondering the air travel debacles we have experienced as family together.
The last long haul with only 2 hours under our belt, HWMBO put a cup of red wine and bottle on his table. The man in front dropped his chair back hard, it crushed the cup, knocked the bottle flying and HWMBO spent the remainder of the journey smelling and looking like a wino. I was tempted to throw my white over him (as instructed by Kim and Aggie) but there are times in life when it is correct to hold back those urges!
How about our flight to Ayres Rock. Yeh Baby! We got the last row of Business class seats, masses of leg room. No divide between us and the masses but hey, we got good seats. Just as we took off there was an odd bang from my hand luggage. On opening, all was clear, a bottle of sunscreen had exploded in the bag. It was everywhere. Oh how the air hostesses loved me (not) as they brought bin bags, rolls and rolls of paper towels, oh the mess! The extra leg room was a god send for stacking the bin bags! Strangely, we have never been upgraded since.
We have spent many fun hours sat on airport floors. East Midlands to Cyprus in 30 hours. 18 hours in Singapore (nice airport though!). 6 hour delay at Birmingham on Christmas Day (yes we flew Christmas Day..actually it worked quite well). In total reverse we once spent 20 mins in the terminal at Dubai. In bound was late, we ran along the travelators to our next gate. I think the stress of that was worse than being delayed.
We spent a joyous flight with a vegan once whose meals had not been put on board. She spent 11 hours complaining, I was at the point of raising a cannibal revolution to shut her up when she finally passed out (either through lack of air from talking so much or lack of iron).
And what would you do when on take off, the phone from the pocket of the man in front, slides to your feet and starts to ring? I'm desperately going "it's not mine, it's not mine" as hundreds of pairs of eyes burn into me (yet again!).
*I'd appreciate a Latin Translation. NB?