take me out there 12/18/2003
I want it to be on record that I truly enjoy flying. Even with all the crap I had to deal with when flying domestically all over the united states. Because they end up being experiences I’ll never forget.
The stranded and tired passengers, the agents at ticketing counters working on Christmas eve, the kids who play pee-a-boo with me and the celebrity spotting game we play at LAX. And on and on and on…
Like being at new airports. Looking, sometimes furtively, for the smoking area. Groaning at the sight of yet another McDonalds. Tearing down the terminal- laptop and luggage in tow to board a flight, doors 2 minutes from closing.
Ditzy stewardess. Funny stewardess. Old stewardess. Tired, off-duty stewardess sleeping on the aisle of plane on Christmas eve. Studying stewardess. Never a rude stewardess. (not unless you count EVA air and I dont consider EVA air a real airline *shudder*)
Missing connecting flights. Having luggage arrive before yourself. Making the last flight out of Chicago for the day, being the final standby to make it.
Turbulence.
Looking at the window as the plane ascends, trying to make out roads and places. Peering out the window as the plane descends, so happy we’re finally there.
Circling over Fort Wayne International in pea-soup conditions for 80 minutes. And end up landing in bumfuck– I mean Toledo, Ohio.
The voice of a stewardess saying “welcome to XXX city, the local time now is XX:XX”. I like being welcomed. And I like being thanked for exercising my right to choose airlines. (America West NEVER AGAIN)
I like being bumped up to first class. I have been on airplanes which have seats battened down with duct tape.
I like walking from the gate towards the airplane. I like hearing airplanes referred to as ‘equipment’.
Have I mentioned I like airports?
Thank you, Orville and Wilbur.