Stop Rubbing Your Flap On Me
I have purged my blog!
After many months of not posting, I returned to see how I was feeling the last time I posted and I realized I wasn't feeling all that great. Re-reading my old posts was depressing to say the least so I have removed the bad and this blog shall hence forth be a happy place once again!
For those who may be unaware, I travel a lot. In doing so, I return home every week with entertaining stories about the people I have the pleasure of being sealed in a tin can with for 3.5 hours. Yesterday was fairly uneventful, but I realized that I came very close to becoming one of the "interesting" people on my flight.
I know this may surprise you, but sometimes I'm grumpy. I know, I know...it's difficult to believe but it's true. Yesterday was one of those days where I was not as chipper as one might expect. I didn't really get enough sleep before my 8am flight to D.C. so all I wanted to do was sit down on the plane and pass out. I get to my seat and the man in the middle seat on my row was “Army Man”. Immediately I’m happy because I know I am the safest person on the entire plane. With this thought in mind, I sit down in a slightly better mood and I'm out before we even hit the runway.
About 30-45 minutes into the flight I wake up because something is rubbing on my arm. “Army Man” had this small cargo pocket with a flap on his uniform that poked out a little bit and it was rubbing on me every time he took a breath which was REALLY annoying. My first solution to this predicament was to lean my chair back, hopefully moving my arm out of flap range, allowing me to resume my slumber. Unfortunately, leaning my chair back only made Army Man realize that he too could lean his chair back, resulting in a return to square one.
This gave birth to idea number two – the seat scoot. I not-so-subtlely scoot over a little bit so that my arm won't touch his flap anymore which he took as a sign that he could put his elbow even FURTHER into my seat, resulting in more flap rubbing.
At this point I was really unhappy. The evil flap was inhibiting my ability to sleep and I wasn't sure how much longer I could take it! I wanted to look at Army Man and scream like a drill sergeant on steroids, "STOP RUBBING YOUR FLAP ON ME! YOU'RE GOING TO FLAP ME TO DEATH!"...
It was at this point that I realized I was about to become "interesting" so I took a deep breath, wrapped my blanket up high enough to block the offending flap, and went back to sleep.
Another incident avoided thanks to the quick-thinking mind of yours truly.
After many months of not posting, I returned to see how I was feeling the last time I posted and I realized I wasn't feeling all that great. Re-reading my old posts was depressing to say the least so I have removed the bad and this blog shall hence forth be a happy place once again!
For those who may be unaware, I travel a lot. In doing so, I return home every week with entertaining stories about the people I have the pleasure of being sealed in a tin can with for 3.5 hours. Yesterday was fairly uneventful, but I realized that I came very close to becoming one of the "interesting" people on my flight.
I know this may surprise you, but sometimes I'm grumpy. I know, I know...it's difficult to believe but it's true. Yesterday was one of those days where I was not as chipper as one might expect. I didn't really get enough sleep before my 8am flight to D.C. so all I wanted to do was sit down on the plane and pass out. I get to my seat and the man in the middle seat on my row was “Army Man”. Immediately I’m happy because I know I am the safest person on the entire plane. With this thought in mind, I sit down in a slightly better mood and I'm out before we even hit the runway.
About 30-45 minutes into the flight I wake up because something is rubbing on my arm. “Army Man” had this small cargo pocket with a flap on his uniform that poked out a little bit and it was rubbing on me every time he took a breath which was REALLY annoying. My first solution to this predicament was to lean my chair back, hopefully moving my arm out of flap range, allowing me to resume my slumber. Unfortunately, leaning my chair back only made Army Man realize that he too could lean his chair back, resulting in a return to square one.
This gave birth to idea number two – the seat scoot. I not-so-subtlely scoot over a little bit so that my arm won't touch his flap anymore which he took as a sign that he could put his elbow even FURTHER into my seat, resulting in more flap rubbing.
At this point I was really unhappy. The evil flap was inhibiting my ability to sleep and I wasn't sure how much longer I could take it! I wanted to look at Army Man and scream like a drill sergeant on steroids, "STOP RUBBING YOUR FLAP ON ME! YOU'RE GOING TO FLAP ME TO DEATH!"...
It was at this point that I realized I was about to become "interesting" so I took a deep breath, wrapped my blanket up high enough to block the offending flap, and went back to sleep.
Another incident avoided thanks to the quick-thinking mind of yours truly.
posted by Kristin @ 9:11 AM
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