Off to San Jose
I had a nice break before the finale end of this tour. I checked in to my 4 1/2 hr flight the night before and got my exit row window seat. As I was walking down the aisle with Ben Agosto behind me, I noticed that someone was in my seat. Now there are 2 exit rows, mine being the back one, and currently nobody was in the full row in front. After asking the man which seat he was in, the row in front, I stupidly decided to take that one in stead. NOTE: First exit row seats do not recline! Strike number one.
A guy sits down in the aisle seat, and shortly after a 5’6”, goofy looking mid 20 to 30’s girl stops in front of him. I’m on the phone as she asks him to change with her female companion, who is across the aisle in a middle seat. He declined seeing as he paid extra for the exit row and aisle seat. She then says in frustration, “well I’m sorry in advance because I’m not a good traveler on planes,” and sits down. Don’t worry, getting close to strike number two, and there are more than 3 strikes in this inning!
The doors close and we end up waiting for 20 minutes before we take off. At first the crying begins with the hands on her face. STRIKE TWO! Then comes the leg bouncing and foot tapping....STRIKE THREE! Finally around 20 minutes she is quit, since we aren’t doing anything. Then we take off and nothing....so I’m thinking OK, just the anticipation.
Now the B*&^ leans over the guy and talks every now and then to her buddy in other center seat, totally invading his personal space. Drinks come, and as the stewardess is passing it to me, she doesn’t even lean back or anything. I have reach way over her, hoping that it drops on her head. STRIKE FOUR
Now after 2hrs comes the rocking back and forth. She has gone to the bathroom a few times, not asking the guy if she can get buy to at least give him a chance to get up out of her way. The ODD thing is if she speaking to her friend or the stewardess, completely polite with a tone as if nothing is wrong. Next thing I know she is leaning over with her head between her knees rocking and tapping away. OH did I mention my freaking light isn’t working so I’m reading in the dark???
Then I’m thinking what the heck is that smell? She hits the light to call the attendant, and low and behold she trades a very FULL BARF BAG for an empty one. STRIKE FIVE, GET ME OFF THIS PLANE!!!! Uhm, hello, if I’m that sick, you better believe I would be holed up in the bathroom.
Moral to this story...make the guy in your original seat move!
Why is it always me??