de plane, de plane
Another weekend spent in my hometown = me a little down about returning back to OC. But the sun and the ocean remain to be big persuasions that a plane ride’s distance really isn’t that bad…
I generally have good luck flying – less the one engine dying/emergency landing I had two Thanksgivings ago – but other than that, my planes are generally on time and hazard free. This weekend was the big exception to the rule.
I left work early Friday and headed to the airport, allowing myself half an hour to get on the plane (which is generally plenty of I have printed my boarding pass from the web, and have no luggage to check). As I approached the gate large quantities were milling around. Apparently the flight before mine had been cancelled AFTER all of the people were loaded on the plane because – and this is the most bizarre thing I have ever heard – they didn’t have a co-pilot. How do you not have a co-pilot??? So my flight was delayed as they cleared out that plane and unloaded all of there things from it. After calling LJ, she suggested that I go grab a cocktail – that would make the (now 2 hour) wait go by much more quickly.
Should I not have known this would be the beginning of the end? I went to the bar and made more friends with each additional drink consumed.
My flight was four hours late in leaving. By the time I got on the plane I was feeling sassy, very friendly and couldn’t shut-up.
I sat with two guys on the complete opposite ends of the spectrum in similarities on either side of me. By the end of the ride I had a date with one when I returned to OC. The other invited me to come up and visit him in Seattle so he could show me the sites – he followed up today with an email telling me what a great conversation we had on the flight. He had my work email address because I managed to hand out so many business cards, it was like a bad game of 52-card pick up for everyone to play.
As I walked down to the aisle of the plane I stopped and said hi to all my new friends I had made while waiting for the flight. By the time my mama picked me up from the airport there was no hiding the intoxication that was pouring forth from me like a neon ‘cocktail’ sign illuminating a dark night.
We went and saw M&M, who was ever-so-joyful to have Drunk OC girl loud and proud in his establishment.
Cut to two days later as the flight I was on took off half an hour late, due the flight that was supposed to head to OC just prior to us had been cancelled due to mechanical problems. So they had to get as many of the other passengers on our flight as possible. (I missed all but the last three minutes of Grey’s Anatomy – and am still pissed about it).
There is this older business man (read: Dirty Old Man) who is a regular on the last Sunday night flight back to OC. I have seen him on previous flights back, the flight attendants know him, whatever. This flight I got my window seat, he sat on the aisle, and at the last minute a cute co-ed came and sat between us. He immediately hit up a conversation with this young girl, dropping questions in about her boyfriend. This guy was really F’n disgusting in the way in which he was approaching her, and she was too nice and too young to tell him where he could put his nosey ass, inadvertently perverted questions. As the plane soared in the air he opened his laptop to show his three children, including a daughter, on the screen wallpaper.
When our plane landed and everyone stood awaiting the doors to open, he gave to this girl a play by play account as to how close the ramp was to the plane. He kept looking her over and staring at her chest. SOOOO gross. She kept trying to call her friends while we waited, obviously uncomfortable, yet silent. He stood there mentally masturbating, savoring every slow once over he gave her, storing it to his beater bank. I could take no more and said “OH MY GOD, you have got to be joking me”. All this guy did was look at me and smirk, not caring that he was the grossest old man I had seen in… ever… he was merely satisfied to be standing there, probably a half woody in his pants.
Maybe someday, someone will show this man's daughter the same respect that he just showed this girl. How pissed would he be? Maybe he already shows her the same amount of respect. Someone call child services.
I generally have good luck flying – less the one engine dying/emergency landing I had two Thanksgivings ago – but other than that, my planes are generally on time and hazard free. This weekend was the big exception to the rule.
I left work early Friday and headed to the airport, allowing myself half an hour to get on the plane (which is generally plenty of I have printed my boarding pass from the web, and have no luggage to check). As I approached the gate large quantities were milling around. Apparently the flight before mine had been cancelled AFTER all of the people were loaded on the plane because – and this is the most bizarre thing I have ever heard – they didn’t have a co-pilot. How do you not have a co-pilot??? So my flight was delayed as they cleared out that plane and unloaded all of there things from it. After calling LJ, she suggested that I go grab a cocktail – that would make the (now 2 hour) wait go by much more quickly.
Should I not have known this would be the beginning of the end? I went to the bar and made more friends with each additional drink consumed.
My flight was four hours late in leaving. By the time I got on the plane I was feeling sassy, very friendly and couldn’t shut-up.
I sat with two guys on the complete opposite ends of the spectrum in similarities on either side of me. By the end of the ride I had a date with one when I returned to OC. The other invited me to come up and visit him in Seattle so he could show me the sites – he followed up today with an email telling me what a great conversation we had on the flight. He had my work email address because I managed to hand out so many business cards, it was like a bad game of 52-card pick up for everyone to play.
As I walked down to the aisle of the plane I stopped and said hi to all my new friends I had made while waiting for the flight. By the time my mama picked me up from the airport there was no hiding the intoxication that was pouring forth from me like a neon ‘cocktail’ sign illuminating a dark night.
We went and saw M&M, who was ever-so-joyful to have Drunk OC girl loud and proud in his establishment.
Cut to two days later as the flight I was on took off half an hour late, due the flight that was supposed to head to OC just prior to us had been cancelled due to mechanical problems. So they had to get as many of the other passengers on our flight as possible. (I missed all but the last three minutes of Grey’s Anatomy – and am still pissed about it).
There is this older business man (read: Dirty Old Man) who is a regular on the last Sunday night flight back to OC. I have seen him on previous flights back, the flight attendants know him, whatever. This flight I got my window seat, he sat on the aisle, and at the last minute a cute co-ed came and sat between us. He immediately hit up a conversation with this young girl, dropping questions in about her boyfriend. This guy was really F’n disgusting in the way in which he was approaching her, and she was too nice and too young to tell him where he could put his nosey ass, inadvertently perverted questions. As the plane soared in the air he opened his laptop to show his three children, including a daughter, on the screen wallpaper.
When our plane landed and everyone stood awaiting the doors to open, he gave to this girl a play by play account as to how close the ramp was to the plane. He kept looking her over and staring at her chest. SOOOO gross. She kept trying to call her friends while we waited, obviously uncomfortable, yet silent. He stood there mentally masturbating, savoring every slow once over he gave her, storing it to his beater bank. I could take no more and said “OH MY GOD, you have got to be joking me”. All this guy did was look at me and smirk, not caring that he was the grossest old man I had seen in… ever… he was merely satisfied to be standing there, probably a half woody in his pants.
Maybe someday, someone will show this man's daughter the same respect that he just showed this girl. How pissed would he be? Maybe he already shows her the same amount of respect. Someone call child services.
posted by hannahhas @ Monday, May 23, 2005
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