Air Rage

Well, since I'm still waiting for our 500+ pictures to download from the camera, I'll start with a short post on the flights over.

The flight from Norfolk to Atlanta was, apparently, nondescript, since I have no notes on it.

The nine-hour flight from Atlanta to Barcelona was only slightly more eventful, although I did feel a bit like Naomi Campbell for a minute there:

• The geezer behind me seemed to have a case of Restless Leg Syndrome and would Not. Stop. Bumping. my damn chair. I turned around multiple times, eventually asking him to stop, before I hailed down a flight attendant and asked her, through gritted teeth, to say something to the man. She smilingly agreed but walked away without doing anything about it. Good thing I had nothing in my hands at the time!
• At the same time, the man in front of me was, to put it plainly, very tall. And, of course, he reclined his seat so far back during the entire flight that he should have paid me to do phrenology on his bumpy head. (Is that the right word for the head-mapping 'science'?)
• And finally, my own seat didn't recline, so I was squished between The Jolly Green Giant and RLS guy for nine hours. And I couldn't sleep a wink to while away those hours.

Oh, yeah, and I had serious gas the entire time. I left a trail of farts over the Atlantic Ocean. You're welcome for the information.

That's about it. Next post: Barcelona!!

Fin.

Comments

[Stephanie]

A trail of farts! Ha ha!

[Jen]

Of course you couldn't of had the bad experience on the short flight! That stinks!!

Can't wait to see the pics!!! :)