I wrote this at 5pm Sunday just before beginning my 18-hour journey homeward. I guess I though if I wished for two good flights, I’d get them. Hah! Here’s what I said, evidently thinking I could predict the future:
“I feel lucky right now because I flew all night and nothing bad happened. I didn’t get stuck next to a huge guy or hemmed in by large unconscious persons such that I couldn’t get up and go to the bathroom…”
Let me stop right there.. I mean, maybe there were things to feel grateful for, like the nice great salad at one airport and the glazed salmon and broccoli at the next one; like that friendly waiters and the couple kissing at the table next to mine, a good omen always….
I did in fact get stuck next to two unconscious snorers, and they were on the six-hour leg of the flight and me pinned in a window seat. I did in fact get stuck to a giant of a guy who looked exactly like Kahl Drogo from Game of Thrones.
Only he weighed 400 pounds such that I was sort of tucked in under his chest the whole time.
And he smelled like cheese.
A good lesson for me never to write about stuff that hasn’t happened yet.