In other words: I’m really bored on the plane and seeking ways to entertain myself.
[Okay, so I wrote this yesterday while traveling. Humor me and pretend it’s Saturday.]
It’s a particularly long travel day because there are no direct flights from Sacramento to Oklahoma City. Which means I have a layover—so hi, Dallas! While traveling itself is usually (hopefully) uneventful, there’s always those small highlights. You know, those highlights that aren’t impactful enough to remember the moment you step outside of your final destination’s airport, but seem really important while you’re on the plane.
Yep, that’s what this post is all about. Enjoy!
1. Who in their right mind wears heels at the airport at 5am? I’m proud of myself for not wearing my pajamas! You can really separate the go-getters and slums like me at the airport on early mornings. I have my signature plane outfit—blue flannel, jeggings, and boots. Do you truly need to make the rest of us look bad with your hair done, makeup perfect, and heels at this time of day?
2. I look up my flight on the Southwest app because I can’t find my gate on the departures board. To my absolute horror, the app is telling me my flight has been cancelled. I literally start circling in a crazed “What do I do, what do I do” freak out, taking deep breaths and trying to figure out my next move. I check my phone again… and realize I input Denver instead of Dallas for the destination. Suddenly, my flight is on time and at Gate B15.
3. Why yes, I am that person who takes photos of her Starbucks drink and then glances around to see if anyone noticed the iPhone camera noise sounding off. And then I have to rush to board the plane because I’m too wrapped up in posting it on social media. I’m totally judging myself right now.
4. Is there a smooth way of lifting your carry-on bag into the overhead storage while holding a cup of coffee? I admit to holding up the line of flight boarders because it takes me several moments to realize you just gotta put the coffee cup in the seat and hope it stays balanced.
5. I quickly regret my decision to sit in the aisle seat (I mean, I did have two cups of coffee) when the girl in the window seat across from me starts taking lots of photos of the outside scenery. I become especially jealous as the sun rises and resist the urge to ask the man next to me to take a few photos. Sorry everyone, I failed you with providing the perfect sunrise airplane window photo. I’ve learned my lesson for next time. (NOTE: I’m sitting in a window seat for the second flight, bringing you this fabulous post photo. I have to sit in the very back row to snag this seat and, therefore, photo. You’re welcome.)
6. There is a phantom seat kicker behind me. I sneakily peek between the seats expecting to see the little
brat child who I’m doomed to sit in front of for the next several hours. To my surprise, it’s a woman and she’s sleeping. No children in sight. How, how is my seat still getting kicked? Am I imagining things?
7. I put South Park on for background noise as I spend this air time working on my computer. I close my laptop to go to the bathroom and when I come back, I unplug my earphones while I get comfortable again. Of course, the computer starts back up just in time for all passengers around me to hear Cartman shouting, “Red Power!” before I quickly plug the earphones back in. This is my life. I’m just glad no Day Walkers are nearby…
8. There is a Whataburger in the Dallas airport and I simply have to take a photo to send to my CEO who’s obsessed with that food joint. Part of me really wants to get one and taunt him with delicious photos (maybe even go the whole nine yards with a video of me eating it)… though the short layover and long line makes me keep walking. Not to mention, I’m way too excited about Oklahoma barbeque to fill up on a fast food burger. Next time, Boss, next time.
9. Right before the second plane takes off, the boy next to me (around ten years old) politely asks when we have to put our phones on Airplane mode. I say as long as it’s before we pick up speed to take flight (is that the right answer?), he’ll be okay. He thanks me and explains this is his first time flying; he’s very nervous, but knows it will be okay because his older brother has flown a lot. Talk about an “Awww” moment. I reassure him that it’s a short flight and if he feels nervous, it helps to take deep breathes. Once we make it up into the air, he can’t stop oohhing and ahhhing at the scenery with a big grin across his face. Needless to say, we both get plenty of photos.
Who has good travel stories? I’m willing to bet you have some that are a little more eventful than mine…