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As I was getting ready tonight to fly with Little C and The Man tomorrow, I remember I hadn’t yet shared two quick stories from recent flights I was on. Both of them came rushing back to me as I was planning out our travel logistics for tomorrow. I learned some good lessons from both of these experiences! I’d love to hear what you would have done in each of these scenarios!
Airplane Story #1:
On my way to the Chicago Seminars, I was sitting in the window seat (in coach, of course), when a girl in her early to mid-20’s sat down next to me in the middle-seat. She was one of the last to board and seemed very rushed and a bit overwhelmed as she boarded. Once she sat down and got settled, I swear she fell asleep within about .2 nanoseconds. I was jealous, but happy for her since it seemed like she must have really needed some sleep. Then, as soon as we were up in the air she put down her tray table and seriously passed out with her head on the tray table. She was sound asleep. It looked insanely uncomfortable to me, but it was working for her.
Here was the problematic part for me. About half-way through the flight I realized I must have had too many Diet Cokes in the United Club, because I really needed to make a trip to the lavatory. Unfortunately, my sleepy neighbor was totally and completely blocking my path. Here is a photo of the bathroom-blocking subject.
I was torn as to whether to wake Sleeping Beauty, or just suffer in silence. Since my flight to Chicago wasn’t an extraordinarily long flight, the “Mommy” in me decided to let the poor girl sleep. I would just suck it up and try to think about something else…..though it wasn’t easy! She slept until it was time to get ready for landing. Turns out she was on her way home to France for a visit and had been working 18 hour days with the company she works for as a consultant and was just truly exhausted. She really was very nice (when she wasn’t blocking my escape route to the restroom!) and I was glad I let her sleep, but it has now made me doubt my normally comfortable window seat selection. If she had been blocking Little C when C needed to go to the restroom, I absolutely would have disturbed her slumber. What would you have done? Has this happened to you? Am I the only one that thinks sleeping on a tray-table looks insanely uncomfortable?
Airplane Story #2:
Okay, technically this is an airport story, but close enough. On my way to LAX for BlogWorld last week, I took off my shoes, as usual, to go through security. As soon as I was loading my bags and bins up to be x-rayed, I could tell I had stepped on something that hurt. I didn’t think much of it at the time, but by the time I got through security I realized that I was leaving a trail of blood where my left foot had stepped. Oops.
I gathered my shoes and bags and sat down at the nearest bench to figure out what had happened. I noticed that there was a small piece of glass stuck in my foot. Gee, thanks for making me take my shoes off where there is busted glass! The TSA was helpful in handing me rubbing alcohol (though drinking alcohol might have been just as helpful at this point) and some paper towels while I tried to remove the glass with just my fingers. I could hardly see what I was doing due to the blood that kept coming out of my foot. It didn’t take long for an apparent airport big wig in a suit to show up and point out to me that the incident occurred on “city property”, since I had not yet gone through security. I’m sure I looked at him like he was an alien, because I could care less whose “property” it happened on, I just wanted them to clean up the glass so it didn’t happen to someone else. I also kind of wanted the glass out of my foot, but clearly that was up to my own fingernails to dig out.
After about five or ten minutes into the fingernail-driven procedure, I was able to get the glass out and bandage my foot. It actually made me thankful that kids don’t have to take their shoes off anymore, because I certainly wouldn’t want that to happen to a little one. While I don’t think I could have seen that small piece of glass anyway, I certainly am going to pay close attention when we go through security in the future. Airports/cities/whoever is responsible, please keep the no-shoe zone free of glass and sharp objects. Thank you. Have you ever stepped on something like that going through security?
Hopefully my little family’s travels tomorrow will be quick, easy, and without incident…or blood. 🙂