Back is killing me. Fell asleep on roommate’s couch last night. Pain. Suffering. I’m there. Can’t breathe. Bleah. As luck would have it,
I am scheduled to be in the Jacquzzi Suite at the Best Western… finally! They were booked up and I finally got to slip in with the cheapie
corporate rate. I have never seen the room, however. My worst nightmare is that the room is just like any other room except that the
bathtub has dinky little jets and they give you one of those packets of ‘Ocean Water’ scented jacquzzi salts.
Idiots on Plane: Take 2. For some reason my seats are in business class today and can’t figure out why.
I’m not complaining. However,
a little kid playing an annoying handheld videogame during takeoff briefly vexed me, as did the Good Ol’ Boy who was reporting on every
single f***ing thing the plane did and how it works and why we were turning and where the airport was and what those things were on
the wing and how the plane was descending and how that sound was the wheels and how the engines have to reverse to stop us…
and the guy he is telling this to is sitting right next to him. I wanted to jump up from my seat
and tell them to switch places so the newbie could see everything first hand. Crikey! To make things worse, the guy sitting in the seat
next to me kept bumping me with his elbow and letting pages from a stack of papers he was writing in brush against my leg everytime he
flipped through the pages. I was almost asleep at least twice only to be rudely jarred into consciousness by the creepy feeling of papers
rubbing up against me. What do I have to do to get peace around here? Buy out the flight!? AirTran still sucks (see my June
blog entries for previous references to the Suckability Factor of AirTran).
And yes, I did confront the inconsiderate dorko by telling him he was freaking me out with his uninvited ventures into my personal freakin’ space.
Again, I ask, where are the attractive single female passengers when you need them? Can’t I put this in my permanent flight plan details?
Trying to remember where Megan told me my car rental reservations are at. Drawing a blank. Pondering idea of calling all of them to see
if I have a reservation. Perhaps if I told them I am really Matthew Broderick and that Mark Shields is my fake name. Hmmm.
