A part of me wishes traveling abroad was still like it was before the Wright Brothers started messin around with wood and glue at Kitty Hawk, NC, and people still had the patience to take a several month journey by horse and ship. Yes, this might seem absurd, but so does cramming yourself on an airplane with hundreds of potentially sick people with snappy flight attendants and children screaming so loud as though they were actually being strangled by their parents. (that was for you Tony) I feel bad for the kiddos; so happy in the terminal, but when confined to a small space with no room to play, the tears start flowin'. Another issue I have with air travel is that the flight attendants NEVER give you enough time to finish your tiny snack and ginger ale before coming back again, demanding your trash. Maybe it's because I eat slow. Whatev. What I am really trying to say here is that I don't sleep well on planes, and I will ALWAYS be startled by the flush in airplane bathrooms.
let 'er fly,
Reid
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Reid,
ReplyDeleteJust thought I'd let you know I've been keeping up with your adventures and enjoying the updates! Sorry I missed your going-away party. We're keeping you in our prayers, my friend!
Stephanie
Reid-O, Yeah those flushers can make you jump and drop whatever yer holding done the hole...Can you imagine? Where does that stuff go anyway?
ReplyDeleteSounds like the trip is off to a roaring start. Did you spend the Euros yet?
Love, Dad-O