Monday, January 07, 2008

recipe for flight from hell

it's been awhile so i'll back track a bit....

After my uncle's untimely death i flew out to Winterpeg for the funeral. Finding a flight out was a big deal less than a week before christmas. I had to fly out of Toronto. Now...if you know Pearson at all you know why i HATE that airport.

December 20, 2007

i arrive of course ridiculously early for a domestic flight cause at pearson you just never know how long things are going to take or if at any moment you could get tazzered for not saying the right thing. so... i had to wait around at the "loading dock" for about 90 minutes but of course the flight was delayed. so i sat and read not so bad if a tea and a bagel didnt cost $40 at the airport. the loading dock had an inordinately large number of people waiting... i knew the flight was sold out.

Finally we board. once on board i begin to realize that the cat, and 4 lap dogs i saw milling about on the loading dock are now IN THE CABIN. i have allergies. i have asthma. and then i look around and notice the plane also has about 30 kids, 2 infants and seated beside me is a jumbo-size korean (seriously 6'4 - 250) who already has his laptop and ipod out on his tray table and his elbow firmly imbedded in my ribs for the REST OF THE FLIGHT.

after de-icing and various other staffing issues - we take off.

and then...

the cat lets out a horror filled MEEEEEEEEOOOOWWW. all the dogs then begin barking - you know that shrill yapping noise little dogs do and all the children start screaming about the dogs and cat simultaneously. and the mouthy spoiled little toronto brat behind me keeps kicking my goddamn chair.

in a confined space.

for 2.35 hours.

deep breath. while i could. you know that 4 dogs and a cat in a recycled air environment for that long does to someone with allergies. yeah we had to stop at a drug store to get extra strength benedryl and it took 2 to calm my swollen eyes, running nose and to let me breathe normally again.

1 Comments:

Blogger CTS said...

speaking of recycled airplane air, i remember going to costa rica with tara and when we checked in, the person at the counter said, "smoking or non smoking seat." I though i died and gone to heaven... that is until we spent 5 hours in a cabin filled with smoke. ick.

6:59 p.m.

 

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