I found a great blog and really laughed at this entry when the writer lost his kindle just before getting on a flight…..
“Sober and utterly without reading material, I resorted to playing a game that involved applying just enough knee-pressure to the seat in front for the occupant to shift uncomfortably, but not enough for them to realise I was to blame. This passed the time nicely.” (http://mikesowden.org/)
This is what flying does to us – turns us into small children. We whine and squirm, wriggle and fidget and fight over the armrests. Food or drink service is a welcome distraction. It’s a Pavlovian response – we hear the rattle of the service cart wheels and we perk up, instantly, like little pets with our paws in the air almost dancing on our hind feet.
Wow – a small package of ….. mmmm well something salty, I think. It’s a diversion. Ten minutes of trying to open the packet followed by three minutes of crunching.
We dig into the seat pocket in front of us wondering if there is something interesting and find that – yuck – indeed there were many interesting things resting at the bottom of said pocket. Most of which have probably been there for a couple of months.
Maybe a trip to the toilet ….. Do you trust those toilet doors? They seem to be locked and the light does come on but how can you be sure that someone isn’t going to throw the door open and catch you…. well with your knickers down. So to be sure hold onto the door with one hand (the room is small enough let’s face it) and if you are agile you can probably wedge your foot up against the door just to be doubly sure. One thing you can count on is that the Captain WILL announce that everyone should return to their seats and fasten their seatbelts. Happens every time. So let’s put a rush on this….. no pressure mind…..just in case we hit some real turbulance and end up arse over ….. well you know how the expression goes.!