Good Morning Everyone!
It is only 10am and I have already been waiting at the airport for two hours for the 8am flight to come in. Welcome to winter and delayed flights! But the airport has food, and tv(although it is a crappy soap opera on, right now) and internet, and a security guard that hits on me all time.
When my family and I flew home from Washington DC last summer, our plane was 2 hours delayed because of smell....what?!? Apparently they couldn't get our plane, unstinky, so they had to get a new plane in from Detroit. How smelly was that plane?
When we flew to DC, we started in Salt Lake, our flight was at 6am. My parents were way over zealous and insisted we go to the airport at 3:30am. (Needless to say, the Salt Lake Airport isn't that exciting, and my dad kept setting off the metal detector.)
We waited with a handful of other excited people flying from Salt Lake to Minnesota, including one kid. This boy was about 8, and crying and whining and, and, barfing. Barfy McBarferson was so annoying. He cried and threw up and then whined and threw up, and when everything else failed he threw up.
Finally the plane started to board, and Barfy was sitting only a few rows in front of me and Eric, my little brother. He cried and ran to the bathroom, and was so super annoying for 6am.
Eric and I were sitting together, I was sitting on the aisle and Eric in the middle, and we waited to see who would take the window seat. We hoped it would be no one so that we could spread out. We waited quiet a while, and no one came, so we put on our ipod and leaned back for the quiet ride to Minnesota.
After about 3 songs some lady tapped my shoulder, and told me and Eric that she was sitting in the window seat next to us. This lady, Hippie McHipperson, had all of her bags with her. "I don't check my bags, I just don't trust that they will get there." And then she asked me and Eric if we would hold some of her bags for her. Being the nice Canadians that we are, we held her bags.
Meanwhile, soon after the flight took off, Barfy McBarferson started throwing up again. Me and Eric got the whole show because he was only a few rows in front of us. Hippie, turned to Eric and asked him if that kid was okay. Eric told her that he had been sick all morning. And Hippie then all excited announced that she had something to help him in her bag. But she wasn't sure what bag it was in. So she fiddled around in all the bags until she came up with a small bag, and then me and Eric had to file out, with all of her bags into the aisle while she went over with her bag to Barfy.
Hippie then took out some cream and began to rub it on Barfy's left foot. Then she rubbed his stomach and said "Think about puppies. Think about puppies." Then she rubbed something else on his right foot. And Barfy fell asleep. Hippie came back and was all proud that she had fixed him. (Although when he woke up, Barfy started barfing again!)
Me and Eric were never more grateful to land in Minnesota. No wonder I loved it there so much. The flight to DC, was much less eventful. At least we didn't have to hold bags or watch Barfy. (He went on to Chicago, and Hippie went to Florida)
Have a good day. Hopefully no one throws up near you!
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