It has been an action packed 2 months since my last post. That is really hard to believe, but here we are, my calendar doesn’t lie. I have a lot to share about the last 2 months, but that isn’t for this post.
This post leads off with a little disappointment, but I think it will turn around nicely. I am back out on the road…
Temporarily.
I swear.
Actually, this was kind of the plan from the very beginning. I would go from full time road guy to part time road guy to no time road guy. And this is the part time part. However, since the General asked me to consider this and I accepted, he has moved on to a swanky shiny LA lifestyle. I have also lost the Worldly Giant. We said good bye to him last night and he is off to become more worldly. But I digress. I am back out here temporarily, four and a half more weeks. Then I get to go back home to JC and my shop. But I digress further.
It had been 2 whole months since I had been in an airport/airplane. Glorious. And a record for me, I think. But truly Glorious. It had been even longer since I experienced air travel alone. Normally I have my tribe with me on travel days and recently I have had JC. As it turns out, the people that I am lucky enough to travel with act as a sounding board, of sorts, something to distance and insulate myself from the foolishness happening around me, the foolishness that is the Air Travel Experience.
Last Sunday, JC dropped me off at SEATAC airport. Alone. I have logged almost 300,000 miles in the air in the last 20 years. That would be the equivalent of flying around the earth 12 times, so I passed off my Casual Flyer badge a long time ago and I believe that it is that quantity of time spent in the airport/airplane that has made me act the way I am about to describe.
It all started sooooo… well it all started. First challenge was overcoming Alaska Air’s staffing imbalance. The airlines have made the touch screen, self check in kiosks fairly standard and I like that. When it works. Lucky for me, it worked on this trip. Neato. However, to balance out the incredible quantity of kiosks, I counted 28, and the 20 baggage drop desks, Alaska Air decided on this day, Sunday in the middle of Labor Day Weekend, to schedule TWO (2) attendants to deal with checked baggage and ticket issues. While I was in one of the TWO (2) lines to drop my bag, the attendant announced that she was hungry and that (thank God) I was her last passenger and that everyone behind me needed to go to one of the other desks, of which there was now ONE (1). Somehow and from somewhere, FOUR (4) Alaska Air employees come out of the mist to…. wait for it… direct the other passengers to the now ONE (1) line to check bags. Not to man the other NINETEEN (19) stations, but to direct and shape the now long and angry line. Stupid.
Security. When I step up to security, there is not a single thing in my pockets, my laptop is out, my shoes are off, my hoodie is in my bag, I have no liquids, I have no jewelry, I NEVER BEEP. Except when it is a “Random Screening” beep. So that happened and I was pat down and bomb swept. Whatever, no problem.
Let’s fast forward through the pleasant “waiting for the plane” time and get to the good stuff.
After the first class passengers, Alaska boards by row, back of the plane to the front. Seems easy. Should be easy. Still can’t figure out why it’s not easy. Why does a guy sitting in row 6 try to board when the are boarding rows 25 and higher? Glad you asked. My grandfather told me to be cautious of large groups of people. For every 10 people in a group, the collective IQ of the average guy drops 5 points. There are hundreds if not thousands of people in the airport at any given time. That does not bode well for the average guy. By that math, the average guy has the IQ of a frozen turkey leg while in the airport and we all know a frozen turkey leg doesn’t know or understand where the number 6 falls in the series of numbers 1 to 34.
On the plane. To help illustrate the way everything went down I have made a pretty simple map of my surroundings on the plane. Normally I sit in a window seat. I like to sit down, put my head against the curve of the plane, sleep and pretend that none of this is happening. This trip I was given the gift of an aisle seat.
The specific characters. I’m the one labeled ME, clever, huh? In front of me is a guy that is on every flight, that I like to call “Take this opportunity to do exactly what the flight attendants just asked you to stop doing” guy. I know, it’s a little wordy. To my right, my buddy, you can tell by how casually his arm is around me, The Dad. To my left, an adorable little 4 year old princess of an only child. And to Princess’ left, “The only thing more important than me, is the casual needs of my only child” Mom. So there ya have it, stage is set.
Plane is still boarding. Mom won’t get out of the aisle. Princess needs her juice and Teddy. Dad is trying to shove, what appears to be an overstuffed, nylon, whale stomach into the overhead. We could have peeled the top off of the plane and that bag still wouldn’t have fit, but simple physics isn’t slowing this guy down at all. Did I mention that all of this is happening 6 to 8 inches from my face? All of this is happening 6 to 8 inches from my face. Thankfully, a flight attendant takes the bag away from him and he sits down. Now is a good time to mention that I am 6’4″ tall and weigh about 200 pounds. Airplanes are not designed for people to be over 5’6″ and 145 pounds. While Dad tries to get settled, I ask if he would like to trade seats, to sit with his family, a gesture I would almost never make, because of the middle seat. He declines, saying that he couldn’t put anyone in the middle seat. While Mom is hitting seated passengers with toys and cheerios and purses and jackets, Princess has started being really cute and blowing kisses. To everyone. Except Dad. Which I guess hit a nerve and he started frantically blowing kisses her way. Kisses of all kinds, he had names for them all. Big kisses, monkey kisses, hippo kisses, birdie kisses, muppet kisses, he’s firing them off so fast that the last half of his barrage was being delivered from the middle of my seat, directly over my lap. He stopped suddenly, realizing where he had traveled to and looked up at me. I tried to crack a smile as I asked again,
Me: Would you like to trade seats?
Dad: No really, I’m fine.
Me: Umm…
Dad: Besides, I feel safer in a middle seat.
Me: Sir, do you understand that you should not, currently, feel safer in a middle seat?
Dad: …………….(processing……….) ………… (slowly retreats to his middle seat)
Mom sits down, but leaves the overhead bin open.
30 fairly quiet minutes of flying goes by, reading my magazine and being generally untouched by my surroundings. The overhead bin is still open. Then Reclining Guy does what Reclining Guy does. He reclines. As a tall guy I believe that because the airlines have crammed so many rows of seats into any given plane, they should do away with the reclining function. Airline seats contain complicated math. It amazes me that the recline cannot make the chair comfortable for the user but it can crush every inch of free space between the user and the person behind. I refuse to use it myself. Even though I think the top of my head is really nice, I know that no one wants to examine it for a 3 hours. Well, when Reclining Guy reclines I lose all legroom. So when I move my body, I move his chair. After about 45 to 50 minutes of this tussle, Reclining Guy turns around and looks at me, doesn’t say anything, just looks.
Me: Yes?
RG: Will you stop kicking my seat?
Me: No.
RG: What?!?!
Me: Well, let’s see if I can explain. Your chair back and my legs are trying to occupy the same space. The difference between your situation and mine is that you are choosing to lean your seat back and there for choosing for me to move your chair everytime I move my legs, where as my legs are occupying the only space they can without me making you and those around us VERY uneasy. So instead of getting all up in arms, let’s just all sit upright in our chairs like big boys, shall we?
He didn’t put his seat back up, but I guess I didn’t expect him to. I lost that one, but I did manage to move every time he was just about to fall asleep. Kind of like a win, especially when its all you can see, because he is reclined, into my face.
Oh and the overhead bin is still open.