Compared to the cab ride from hell, the airport arrival is a piece of cake.
We had “A tickets” so we got our choice of seats for the first leg of the trip to San Diego.
I figure if anyone kicked my seat back I could stop the madness without DCS being notified.
I watch as a Fred Sanford looking handler grabs a suit case that is black with white spots. Maybe it is white with black spots. It reminds me of a dairy cow.
The line is still filtering in as the pilot clears his raspy throat over the intercom.
“Ladies and Gentlemen. Sorry for the slight delay. We have a few straggler bags being put on board. Shouldn’t slow us down too dramatically. Once we get airborne, we’ll see if we can’t make up that time in the sky. Once again, thanks for flying Southwest and sorry for the inconvenience.”
I glance at my watch. We are suppose to leave at 8 am. it’s now 8:15.
“Make it up in the sky!” I watch as the baggage handlers smoke cigarettes and read novels and eat mocha lattes with whip cream. How much slower can a non unionized work force move?
“Come on you lazy bastards. Throw the rest of that cart into the plane and be done with it.”
I thought that was pretty funny. She says nothing. Her eyes begin devouring words and her attitude tells me she doesn’t care. But she will!
With nothing to do but worry, I start playing the who is going to sit next to me game.
I eye ball the passengers strolling down the aisle. They all seem to be carrying more than the FAA allows.
One after another, these zombies of air travel file down the aisle. Fat ones and skinny ones. Men and women and parents with small children hanging off them like baby orangutans.
People that are dressed so inappropriately for public transportation, you wonder what their life is like outside of this tin can with wings.
I don’t really care who is walking by. I have decided that I don’t want any of them. If it was Heidi Klum I’d tell her to keep on walking. I mean what am I gonna do. Try and hit on Heidi Klum in the aisle seat, talking across an angry woman reading a vampire novel in the middle seat? I don’t’ think so.
A kaleidoscope of humanity is parading forward. Oh please don’t sit here I think to myself. Maybe if I don’t look, they will just assume the magic aisle seat is taken and when the doors are shut ;viola! 2 people in a 3 person row. HEAVEN!
The rest of the flight is pretty typical. No abrupt tears in the fuselage. No air masks descending from the ceiling. Just the usual prison food disguised as a peanut butter cracker. Just the usual 2 ounces of beverage and 6 ounces of ice. Just the usual child screaming from somewhere just as I am drifting off to sleep.
The only thing that really gets my dander up is the announcement that I have to return my seat to its upright and locked position. Though I only get to recline 4-degrees, I have grown accustomed to this angle and I do not want to change.
“sir please return your seat to the upright and very uncomfortable, pretzel bending, 90-degree position please!”
Yeah I hate that.
I glance at my watch. We are way behind schedule.
There’s a scratchy voice on the intercom. It’s the pilot again.
“Ah folks. We are making our descent into San Diego. We tried to make up that time we lost a the gate in Nashville, but we had a strong head wind working against us. We’ll try and make it up to you next time. We apologize. Thanks for flying Southwest. We know you have choices.”
Suddenly my wife puts the vampire novel down. She turns to me and says; “Do you think we’ll make our next flight?”
I laugh out loud and look out the window, imagining Heidi Klum’s head being ripped off by a cloud vampire on the horizon.
“Maybe,” I say against the glass. I watch as my breath fogs up the scratchy window. “Maybe.”
to be continued…