Part 6

It’s actually an awful feeling sitting on a plane for extended hours. Sure it has it’s appeal for a while. The fact that I’m thousands of miles above everyone else is actually quite awesome. Everyone aboard the plane and I are going somewhere new. The people and the cultures will be different. Even scenery will be different. We’re going hundreds of miles an hour with nothing underneath us for miles on end. We’re among the clouds! It’s like that scene in Aladdin when Aladdin and Jasmine are flying on their magic carpet and making swirls in the clouds and they’re singing and looking fondly into each others’ eyes as they fall madly in love with each other (though I think at this point Aladdin already has fallen in love with her and is trying to make her fall for him).

Only, we’re not actually making any swirls, but going in a straight line. And we’re thousands of miles away from hard, solid ground. In a carrier that is filled with hundreds of gallons of fuel. Which means, if anything goes wrong, there’ll be a big fiery mess falling from the sky at hundreds of miles an hour and gaining momentum as gravity pulls the big fiery mess that used to hold hundreds of oh so happy people traveling across the Atlantic. Delightful. If things go wrong, and I pray that nothing will, how lovely would it be to die with all these wonderful people… to die in a tiny compartment filled with hundreds of awesome, awesome people…

And how is it that of all flights I managed to find the one with the most unfortunate bunch? Mr. Snores-a-lot seven rows back three seats over sounds like a train intersection. And Miss Teenybopper with her friends three seats back are laughing and giggling loudly over something so trifle as the coincidence that they’re wearing the same shoes! And it’s as if they’re the only ones on this plane. How on earth is it that these teens are friends with the most annoying voices in the world? Do they hear themselves? Poor Mom of the year front and center can’t seem to get that baby of hers to stop crying, and unfortunately this fat dude sitting next to me is past invading my personal space. Man… Why did France have to be so far?

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