3 ½ hours in. Feels like 7. Why 7? Sounded like a good number...other than 3.5.
I'm trying to wrap my brain around airplane engineers. I know I know. I have all the time in the world right now and I are thinking about engineers? Yes. Why? Somewhere between the zero to none gap between my knees and the seat in front of me along with the seats that feel like that hard foam they use for packaging tech-y things I started to wonder...Do airplane engineers, the people who actually design the inside of these airplanes, ever sit in their masterpieces? Have they ever flown from San Francisco to Miami and at 3.5 hours in realize “Gee, this was some poor planning.”
The guy in front of me is attempting to use his jacket as some sort of scarf. No wait. Headdress? Aaah...Nope, a pillow. Have you ever seen a man in a business suit wrap a coat around his head so he could lay against a window? Only on an airplane.
I lucked out and was able to hand over my original window seat for a family of 3 taking up 2 seats. I'm a mom. I know. They needed all the room they could get. Plus, their little guy was wearing a shirt that Munch used to wear. Soft spot. I miss him already. It was weird saying good-bye this morning. I had a mom moment. Teared up. I told him not to grow up too much while I am gone this week. He grunted and rolled over so I'm holding him to his non-verbal agreement he made with me.
You know what's awkward? The people standing in the aisle waiting to use the restroom. No one knows who to look at, which direction to stand, or even what posture they should have. Where in your everyday life do you stand so close to someone sitting down that your hip is at their ear level? This is another “only in an airplane” phenomenon. Yet another question I would like to pose to the airplane engineers. Really guys? This is the best you could do?
I think it's time for another movie. Or maybe a nap. Oh the possibilities! ;)