Thursday, May 21, 2009

Flying high

I've never flown before last Wednesday. When I've gone to the airport to pick up or drop off family members, I've looked somewhat enviously at those who were flying. The very attractive women pulling their wheeled carry-on luggage wearing dressy shoes that click-clicked when they walked. Or very important looking businessmen typing desperately on their laptops, using every moment to accomplish their tasks. Or even those in jeans and tennis shoes casually reading a book or flipping through a magazine. They all belonged to a club that I wasn't invited to join--People who are important enough to fly. (That's not a real club, y'all.)

"Why," I asked my mom as we exited our small connector plane at the Atlanta, GA airport, "weren't any of those people (you know, the ones in the club) green?" Yes, I said green. In spite of taking Bonine before we left home, I didn't feel so good. The take off wasn't too bad, until the plane started to level off and my tummy dipped with the wings. During the hour and a half flight, I hardly moved because I didn't want to rock the plane--my sweet hubby found this fact hilarious!!! The landing...oye vey!... Why hadn't anyone warned me that the landing could cause me to feel soooo bad! Fortunately, none of the other plane experiences were traumatizing.

I learned how to get a seat to yourself, if your flight has empty seats nearby. I mentioned that I had taken Bonine,an anti-emetic for those who experience motion sickness. I don't ride well even in a car sometimes, on a boat-ugghhh! On the little plane, Mom and Dad sat across the aisle from me. I didn't know my seatmate, nor would I ever know my seatmate. You see, as soon as my bottom settled in the seat, Mom and Dad started searching the pocket on the back of the seat in front of them. They both hold up a "barf bag" and enthusiastically encourage me to look for and find mine. I did find one and placed it so I could quickly get it if necessary.

My seatmate frantically started scanning the plane. There were two empty seats three rows ahead of Mom and Dad. She said, "If no one else gets on this plane, I'm moving!" A few minutes later I heard her mutter, "I am so movin!" When the flight attendant got within a few rows of us seatmate asks, "Is this it?" The flight attendant nodded and my seatmate nearly knocked me in the floor trying to get out of our row.

My mom very confusedly asks, "Did you pinch her?"
"No, Mom, you told me to get a barf bag."

I had plenty of room.

2 comments:

mrs_eric said...

Haha! This made hubby and I laugh! (that's fun, to call him hubby!)

Thanks for enduring trauma for us. You and Sarah were and immense help, on top of us just being super glad we were able to spend time with you. :)

Love!
A

Leland & Julie said...

Girl, all I can say is that I love you and you made me laugh! If I had only realized you had never flown before I would have given you the same "run through" that someone gave me before my first flight...it made all the difference in the world for me! Glad you are home safe!