What the hell?

made it

and i'm tired

geesh.

perhaps drinking a whiskey on the last leg wasn't such a good idea. after reading a fabulous book over baltimore and nashville (thank you Jenny!) I managed to sleep through the extreme turbulence. I only woke up when the woman in the aisle seat gasped loudly and grabbed my forearm. after which she decided she was bored and was going to talk to me. (Those were her exact words.)

When I reached into my bag for a few magazines I mentioned how I hadn't read them on the way to New York. (breathe) With the smoothness of a pickpocketer she grabbed Vogue and said," Thanks!"

Um, that was the one I wanted to look at.

Hence the whiskey. The selection of beverages on board is limited. Southwest doesn't have aisle carts, so they crew takes turns running back to the galley. Less of a hassle when you meet in the middle of an aisle. BTW Southwest also has the smallest bathrooms ever. They're so small the doors open out, and don't bend the way most others do.

I, of course, had to pee during a layover (for which I was happy to remain on the plane). Since I was sitting in row 3 I walked to the front of the plane. Then I realized the pilot had to step backwards into the cockpit so that his door could close and therefore allow the bathroom door to open. Right-o. That must get old fast.

Anyway. My brain hurts.

sidenote: Did you know Southwest allows 3 checked pieces of baggage?

posted by irene @ 12/18/2002 03:49:00 AM