02 aug 06
I was musing on the plane on Sunday that the beverage service is like snack time in kindergarten. You get your little drink and your miniature snack (11 mini pretzels or so) along with everyone else. It’s brought to you in your seat. You have your allotted time to consume everything. (I mean, you can take longer, but come on, you’re just rocking the boat at this point.) Then your waste is collected from you, again at your seat. And then you take a nap.
Also, after sitting in the second-to-last row, I decided they should instate a rule where if you can’t get your bag out of the overhead bins and start deplane-ing in 30 seconds, the rest of us get to trample you.
Farmer in the Deli / 03 aug 2006 / 4:14 a.m.
I’ve never been on a plane before but I have been on a train. When deboarding the plane, do you stand up and get your bag and have that feeling like you’re a cat that just escaped the dryer?