F-Bombs, Snuggles, and Butt Cracks

June 11, 2014

The best things in life come in threes. In this case, these three things accompanied me on the flight across the pond. It's always an interesting experience sticking a hundred or so people into a small space and forcing them to try to sleep next to each other for eight hours. Occasionally you get some... uh... interesting individuals. For example, one woman yelled "F*** YOU!" at the top of her lungs a few rows behind me just an hour into the flight (which, I should add, left two hours late due to a weather delay, so everyone on board was particularly chipper). Later she added "STOP!" and dropped another f-bomb.  I really hope she had Tourette's - at least her behavior would be slightly more excusable then.  I have no idea what was going on, but I can only assume that the tactless disruption was due to someone encroaching upon her space.  

Speaking of the invasion of personal space, the person next to me on this lovely eight hour flight tried to spoon me in his sleep. He was very nice when he was awake and I believe it was unintentional, so I refrained from smacking him and scooted over a bit in my tiny aisle seat. Guess this is a new type of plane neighbor: the snuggler. 

Finally, the butt cracks. When the snuggler woke up finally and the plane had landed, my supersized aisle neighbors all got up immediately and blocked me in my seat. To make matters worse, the largest of these oversized Americans was faced away from me with his bum in my face and apparently forgot that I was there since he began to tuck in his shirt in the back and promptly scratch his hefty arse. I turned to the snuggler and cringed, hoping it would be over soon, but this guy was a repeat offender. Um, how do you tell a person not to scratch their ass in your face? That seems like common courtesy to me, but what do I know. Anyway, the major plane adventures are over for a while - thankfully! After finally landing in Athens I'm excited to begin another summer of adventures! More soon after I catch up on sleep after being awake for 24 hours straight...

Let's hope my next set of three is more positive.


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