United Flight 220 to Adulthood
One of the two little kids I was seated next to on the plane apparently decided he was going to grow up over the course of the four and a half hour flight. That sounds strange, but it’s exactly what seemed to happen.
He started off giggling and squirming around with his little brother while they each ate candy buttons and tennis ball-sized jawbreakers from a plastic bag.
Cut to a few hours from then when he’s ordering cups of coffee and Diet Coke from the drink cart and asking me how I’m enjoying the flight and if they’re being too noisy.
So I’m sitting there, attentively watching the most recent animated summer blockbuster in-flight movie with a plastic dinosaur sticking out of my pocket, realizing how much less mature and socially adept I am than this eleven-year-old kid next to me, and wondering if maybe the pilot neglected to mention when we crossed some weird time zones where age advances by year instead of time by hour.
Really, what kid drinks Diet Coke?
…and can I have his candy now that he’s no longer interested?
He started off giggling and squirming around with his little brother while they each ate candy buttons and tennis ball-sized jawbreakers from a plastic bag.
Cut to a few hours from then when he’s ordering cups of coffee and Diet Coke from the drink cart and asking me how I’m enjoying the flight and if they’re being too noisy.
So I’m sitting there, attentively watching the most recent animated summer blockbuster in-flight movie with a plastic dinosaur sticking out of my pocket, realizing how much less mature and socially adept I am than this eleven-year-old kid next to me, and wondering if maybe the pilot neglected to mention when we crossed some weird time zones where age advances by year instead of time by hour.
Really, what kid drinks Diet Coke?
…and can I have his candy now that he’s no longer interested?