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Vegas Tales: Three Planes

Before I start my Vegas Tale for today, I would like to thank everyone who participated in my Surprise Giveaway. More where that came from! And I would like to congratulate Lily for winning the bracelet.

Lily, if you're reading this, I've sent you an email, my dear.

Okay, back to my story.

In my first Vegas Tale, I described what happened on the first plane I took that day. Just thinking about the turbulence on that flight still makes my stomach flip two weeks later. If it weren't for the laughing baby beside me, I would have been scared silly.

To get to Vegas, I needed to take three planes. Ugh! Count them. Three! Not the best situation to be in. After the experience, I promised myself I wouldn't fly unless it was on a direct flight. Air travel isn't the most comfortable of experiences, so imagine being on three separate airplanes in less than 24 hours? I arrived in Vegas in desperate need of a shower.

But I'm getting ahead of myself.

The second plane was the longest part of my journey. And guess where I was seated? The middle! Ten hours.

This situation would have been unbearable hadn't it been for my wonderful seatmates. To my right was a nice Japanese guy. He's probably in his late teens or early twenties. Don't know much about him, but he did offer me gum at one point during the flight. And to my left was a young woman also in her late teens or early twenties. She was heading home after a year in Japan as part of a student exchange program. She was reading Full Metal Alchemist in Japanese! I was green with envy.

My seatmates and I hit it off. We offered each other snacks. We passed each other drinks and food trays. I couldn't have asked for a better section to sit in...despite being in the middle seat. Another lesson learned: Next time, aisle seats.

The third plane was the shortest section of the trip: only two hours. I watched back to back episodes of Futurama and South Park. It was the smallest of the planes I took too, but the real story comes from my experience in Minneapolis. This was between my second and third plane rides Watch out for that one. It involves a Beagle who ratted me out.

5 comments:

  1. Sounds interesting. Every couple years my hubby and I fly over seas. One flight had a big haired woman sitting in the middle seat who talked non-stop and snored when she fell asleep. Plus, her head flopped side to side and forward and back. 13 hours of it. And my hubby sat in biz class.

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    1. Shouldn't it have been the other way around? *giggles*

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  2. I immediately go googly-eyed at the mention of Japanese people. I just looooove their culture... and the anime =))

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  3. You have loads more cajones than me! I had the middle seat once, on an hour long flight, but I couldn't stand it and now I always make sure I have an aisle seat. Even if it means begging other passengers, LOL.

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