Marc
Violent action is unclear to most of those who get caught up in it. Experience is fragmentary; cause and effect, why and how, are torn apart. Only sequence exists. First this then that. And afterward, for those who survive, a lifetime of trying to understand. -- by Salman Rushdie in Fury
Honolulu, Hawaii/United Airlines Flight 67
One. Stranded on a flight to Hawaii, currently. Figured I would pass the time by composing a post that would be easy to upload once I got to the hotel. My time zones and time frames are all kinds of thrown off by trips like these. Left the apartment at 7:30 this morning to go to the parent's house, picked up the dad, went to the airport for seperate flights -- he to Washington DC, me to Hawaii -- and will not be able to sleep until some time around 3am, my body-wise. According to Hawaii time, though, it'll be more like 9pm. I'll be up at the crack of dawn, again combing the beach, though this time without the help of sandals. Forgot those in the trunk of my car.
Two. Was asked by two obviously foreign members of the opposite sex if I would be willing to switch seats with one of them so they would be able to sit together. My seat -- aisle. Either of the seats they had to offer -- middles. They seemed upset when I, quite politely let me say, declined. As if I were the one perpetrating the injustice, which I have obvious sympathy for them, but still. I'm not going to sit on a crowded plane for five and a half hours stuck between two people when I have the option of being stuck next to just one person -- even if that one person is obviously very upset with me, and is very rude and outwardly unwilling to forgive me. It's only one, though.
Three. And, while on the subject of these two supposed seat-switchers, let me just say this. They are speaking in their native tongue -- what it is, I couldn't tell you. One sits to the left of me, quite unhappily. The other stands to my right and above me, also quite unhappily. Their native tongue is course and unpleasant on the ears. I will not try to place it. They both are wearing excessive amounts of make-up, including but not completely limited to glitter, pink eyeshadow, and ruby-red lipstick. I don't like either one of them and have concluded that they were in the wrong and should not have asked me to switch seats. If you're offering something of equal or better value to what I have - say, an aisle seat for a middle seat, or a window seat for a window seat - then do it. But offering a middle for an aisle. Come on, get real. I wish the one would go away and stop making vague loogey-producing sounds directly into my ears.
Four. I am in the hotel now. Rudy Bahktiar is on CNN Headline News. Remeber the Friends episode where they have their lists of five people that it would be okay to fool around with. Mine reads like this: one, Milla Jovovich; two, Maura Davis (singer of Denali); three, Winona Ryder; four, Audrey Tautou (the actress from Amelie); and five, Rudy Bahktiar. Oh man, they're all so hot.
Up Next: Some sleep; some dreams; and, maybe a midnight pee.
Tomorrow: The beach. The job. The hotel.
Violent action is unclear to most of those who get caught up in it. Experience is fragmentary; cause and effect, why and how, are torn apart. Only sequence exists. First this then that. And afterward, for those who survive, a lifetime of trying to understand. -- by Salman Rushdie in Fury
Honolulu, Hawaii/United Airlines Flight 67
One. Stranded on a flight to Hawaii, currently. Figured I would pass the time by composing a post that would be easy to upload once I got to the hotel. My time zones and time frames are all kinds of thrown off by trips like these. Left the apartment at 7:30 this morning to go to the parent's house, picked up the dad, went to the airport for seperate flights -- he to Washington DC, me to Hawaii -- and will not be able to sleep until some time around 3am, my body-wise. According to Hawaii time, though, it'll be more like 9pm. I'll be up at the crack of dawn, again combing the beach, though this time without the help of sandals. Forgot those in the trunk of my car.
Two. Was asked by two obviously foreign members of the opposite sex if I would be willing to switch seats with one of them so they would be able to sit together. My seat -- aisle. Either of the seats they had to offer -- middles. They seemed upset when I, quite politely let me say, declined. As if I were the one perpetrating the injustice, which I have obvious sympathy for them, but still. I'm not going to sit on a crowded plane for five and a half hours stuck between two people when I have the option of being stuck next to just one person -- even if that one person is obviously very upset with me, and is very rude and outwardly unwilling to forgive me. It's only one, though.
Three. And, while on the subject of these two supposed seat-switchers, let me just say this. They are speaking in their native tongue -- what it is, I couldn't tell you. One sits to the left of me, quite unhappily. The other stands to my right and above me, also quite unhappily. Their native tongue is course and unpleasant on the ears. I will not try to place it. They both are wearing excessive amounts of make-up, including but not completely limited to glitter, pink eyeshadow, and ruby-red lipstick. I don't like either one of them and have concluded that they were in the wrong and should not have asked me to switch seats. If you're offering something of equal or better value to what I have - say, an aisle seat for a middle seat, or a window seat for a window seat - then do it. But offering a middle for an aisle. Come on, get real. I wish the one would go away and stop making vague loogey-producing sounds directly into my ears.
Four. I am in the hotel now. Rudy Bahktiar is on CNN Headline News. Remeber the Friends episode where they have their lists of five people that it would be okay to fool around with. Mine reads like this: one, Milla Jovovich; two, Maura Davis (singer of Denali); three, Winona Ryder; four, Audrey Tautou (the actress from Amelie); and five, Rudy Bahktiar. Oh man, they're all so hot.
Up Next: Some sleep; some dreams; and, maybe a midnight pee.
Tomorrow: The beach. The job. The hotel.
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