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Published On: Dec 29, 2005 04:16 AM
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Published On: Dec 29, 2005 04:16 AM
so - how was your flight?
I had strange vibes about this flight from the
beginning, I told Mike on the way to the airport.
So I'm waiting to board and this guy sitting along the wall begins to sing. Loudly. Then, he yells "BULLSHIT" very loudly a few times.
Passengers approach the desk. A lady in a long denim skirt and santa hat took her animal-print tapestry bags and moved away from him. The check-in people announced a delay while the last cleanup sweep was made of the airplane. By this time, the guy is yelling "Fuck YOU"and told someone he looked like Tom Cruise. Then, he pointed to a black gentleman and said "Hey! You are black and I am white, but what's HE?" and pointed to someone else who I didn't see.
Security arrived. One lone, puny cop. The drunk was a large drunk. The cop summoned him away from the passengers. The drunk put his hands in the air. he went behind a counter with the cop and laid down on his face. THey asked where he was going. He said "Seattle." No point in telling him that he was already there.They asked where he lived. He said, "Ohio." I thought, that figures.
A nice lady standing near me said, "I hope I am not sitting near him!" She was a tall, thin lady whom I would once have described as elderly. Now, I would describe her as late 50-ish. She was not a pretty woman, but wore a lovely black velor jacket and pants, with teeny silver threads woven throughout. Her hair was chin length and neatly styled. I imagined that she and I would have been friends, if I had known her.
More police arrived, and the flight began to board. The drunk was obviously not going to be boarding the plane, thank God. I wished I could say the same for the screaming baby.
I finally saw a physician about the pain in my foot. He thinks its a mechanical issue so my orthotics are now on order.
It's cold in the airport. The last plane was rather hot, and now I am cold.
Now, I am in the Detroit airport drinking a pitiful excuse for coffee. Next stop: Columbus, a rental car, and a 2 hour drive to Jon's, a shower and a short nap, then out to put up the highway welcome home signs!
So I'm waiting to board and this guy sitting along the wall begins to sing. Loudly. Then, he yells "BULLSHIT" very loudly a few times.
Passengers approach the desk. A lady in a long denim skirt and santa hat took her animal-print tapestry bags and moved away from him. The check-in people announced a delay while the last cleanup sweep was made of the airplane. By this time, the guy is yelling "Fuck YOU"and told someone he looked like Tom Cruise. Then, he pointed to a black gentleman and said "Hey! You are black and I am white, but what's HE?" and pointed to someone else who I didn't see.
Security arrived. One lone, puny cop. The drunk was a large drunk. The cop summoned him away from the passengers. The drunk put his hands in the air. he went behind a counter with the cop and laid down on his face. THey asked where he was going. He said "Seattle." No point in telling him that he was already there.They asked where he lived. He said, "Ohio." I thought, that figures.
A nice lady standing near me said, "I hope I am not sitting near him!" She was a tall, thin lady whom I would once have described as elderly. Now, I would describe her as late 50-ish. She was not a pretty woman, but wore a lovely black velor jacket and pants, with teeny silver threads woven throughout. Her hair was chin length and neatly styled. I imagined that she and I would have been friends, if I had known her.
More police arrived, and the flight began to board. The drunk was obviously not going to be boarding the plane, thank God. I wished I could say the same for the screaming baby.
I finally saw a physician about the pain in my foot. He thinks its a mechanical issue so my orthotics are now on order.
It's cold in the airport. The last plane was rather hot, and now I am cold.
Now, I am in the Detroit airport drinking a pitiful excuse for coffee. Next stop: Columbus, a rental car, and a 2 hour drive to Jon's, a shower and a short nap, then out to put up the highway welcome home signs!
Posted: Thu - December 29, 2005 at 04:03 AM