Another flight and another collection of folks to share my time with.
She waddled by, staring intently into her phone, with no awareness of the world around her. While "Smiley", on the other hand, desperately scanned the crowd of people looking for some kind of eye contact and visual acceptance of his existence. These two should get together.
And so we got on the plane and were greeted by our beloved flight attendants. I think all flight attendants are either cougars or gougars (gay cougars), and this flight was no different. I did get two Jack bottles for the price of only one, that was nice.
It seemed like everyone was going back to school on this flight, so I had the pleasure of feeling like I was at least 40 years old...oh wait. I mean, I felt like I was 70 years old. There is no way I looked that young in college. I was definitely a man by then, not a pencil neck, self-conscious, baby faced adolescent, like this crew. Frankly, I don't think I had reached that stage by graduation.
No flight would be complete without my row neighbor. I got the "Please don't sit next to me" guy that was squeezing his way through the seats. His eyes gazed and set on the numbers above my row and rest was history. Side fat rubbing against me, snoring and wheezing and even less space the airplane seats offer.
But, back in Colorado, safe and sounds and that is really all I wanted from this trip anyway.
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