Strange Flights Indeed...
So I flew from Los Angeles to Oakland this evening, and I had the most bizarre experience.
First, I end up sitting next to the flying nun… yes, she was a nun, in full habit. It wouldn’t have been so bad, but it was really hot in California today. Really hot. And the nun was sweating. Really sweating. So I’m sitting next to the sweating flying nun.
But that wasn’t all. The nun kept putting things in her pockets. First, it was peanuts. Then she took things out of her bag, and started shoving them into her pocket. Small things. Lots of things.
I’m trying not to stare, because she’s a nun and I really don’t want to insult her (in case she brings the wrath of God down upon me), but it was really strange.
Fortunately, I had a distraction, the strange man with the old PDA across the aisle from me. He was typing furiously into his little electronic device. Then the flight attendant announced that all electronic devices must be turned off. He looked around furtively, and then went back to typing. The flight attendant started walking down the aisle. He hid his PDA so that she couldn’t see it. The second she passed, Mr. “I don’t need to follow the same rules as everyone else” pulls out his PDA and starts typing furiously again.
The flight attendant walks by again, and the same thing happens. And again. I almost asked why he thought he was so special, but it was waaaay more fun watching his darting looks around the cabin and his fast, intense typing (and I could see that he had many files, and he kept open new ones, and typing like a madman in them).
And if that wasn’t enough, the pilot came on the intercom and announced, right before takeoff, that we had a warning light, but everything would be OK. Don’t worry. Just a warning light. And then we took off. Yikes.
While it was a very interesting flight, I’m glad it was only an hour…
First, I end up sitting next to the flying nun… yes, she was a nun, in full habit. It wouldn’t have been so bad, but it was really hot in California today. Really hot. And the nun was sweating. Really sweating. So I’m sitting next to the sweating flying nun.
But that wasn’t all. The nun kept putting things in her pockets. First, it was peanuts. Then she took things out of her bag, and started shoving them into her pocket. Small things. Lots of things.
I’m trying not to stare, because she’s a nun and I really don’t want to insult her (in case she brings the wrath of God down upon me), but it was really strange.
Fortunately, I had a distraction, the strange man with the old PDA across the aisle from me. He was typing furiously into his little electronic device. Then the flight attendant announced that all electronic devices must be turned off. He looked around furtively, and then went back to typing. The flight attendant started walking down the aisle. He hid his PDA so that she couldn’t see it. The second she passed, Mr. “I don’t need to follow the same rules as everyone else” pulls out his PDA and starts typing furiously again.
The flight attendant walks by again, and the same thing happens. And again. I almost asked why he thought he was so special, but it was waaaay more fun watching his darting looks around the cabin and his fast, intense typing (and I could see that he had many files, and he kept open new ones, and typing like a madman in them).
And if that wasn’t enough, the pilot came on the intercom and announced, right before takeoff, that we had a warning light, but everything would be OK. Don’t worry. Just a warning light. And then we took off. Yikes.
While it was a very interesting flight, I’m glad it was only an hour…