A Trip

Flew from the great state of Alabama to Missouri this past weekend. One of my flights was delayed for an overhead bin repair. The overhead bin was fine until a passenger stuffed it too full and slammed the latch...oops. I giggled to myself a little bit after I heard the disgruntled temper tantrum and moments later heard the captain announcing the need for the repair of an overhead bin and clearance for take off.

I got seated next to "a talker" on one of the flights. I just wonder sometimes if others plan for a good conversation with a stranger like I plan on getting into a good book during a flight. Knowing the airport involves a lot of waiting, I generally plan things for me to do independently to keep myself busy. This man that wanted to talk to me literally acted as if he had planned for a conversation, regardless of who sat next to him. He brought no materials. He sat there for 5 minutes tops, plane hadn't even taken off yet and started talking to me. What you have to understand is that I was not even facing him, avoiding eye contact in fact. I had my nose in a book the moment I sat my things down. My favorite part of all of this was that I got to see a picture of a "real live tornado" on his cell phone. Neat.

Lastly, relating to this experience, I should tell you about the june bug that dive bombed me. June bugs are probably the creepiest bugs of all time. They are crunchy and hard-bodied and they make that terrible sound with their putrid little wings. I made my way to the exit of the airport parking lot on the way home to pay and rolled down my window. The woman behind the counter had a TV show softly sounding off in the background and was sucking on a mint like she hadn't had a full meal in days. She was so inattentive to me that when the june bug came full speed through the open window into my lap, she continued to stare into space. I was looking around like, "Did this really just happen? Is anyone else seeing this?" Nope. Not a soul. I quickly plucked the bug up into my fingers and threw it back out. All this without the woman in the window less than two feet from me witnessing it. How I managed not to scream is beyond me. EW, EW, EW, EW.