The Flight of the Wannabe
Sometimes the in-flight movie
isn't the most entertaining event on an airplane. On my way back from the
Miami, I observed a lady, who has been sighing and "tsk tsking" with disgust
ever since she was overlooked for a first class upgrade, and had to sit
in the first row of coach.
She began her flight of disappointment
before we even were airborne by arguing with the flight attendant that
because she USUALLY sits in first class, she should be allowed to use the
1st class lavatories.
As she was denied repeatedly
access to the port-a-john in air, she turned around in a huff and marched
loudly to the restroom in the rear of the plane while the rest of us (content
with our peanuts) continued to watch My Best Friend's Wedding for the 12th
time shown on a the 4-inch screen. Ahh, but I digress. |
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Reference for non-travelers:
All restrooms on planes are the same, there are no rose scented walls and
silk toilet paper in 1st class facilities, trust me, it's only an urban
legend.
After the disappointed lady
of Debutantes' past came out of the "steerage" facility, she hoofed past
the rest of us returning to her seat. However, this time with more than
she left; as row after row; crowded aisle after aisle; all the winged bus
inhabitants witnessed her shirt tucked into her pantyhose and 15 feet of
toilet paper dragging behind her.
Excuse me for a second while
I reminisce and laugh again ..one more second ..
Ok, I'm fine now.
As she passed me, I nicely
pointed out her trail of embarrassment, "Don't you just miss those first
class bathrooms where the toilet tissue is perforated and the dressing
room mirrors actually reflect the rear disposition of the past?"
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About the author: Erik
Hawkinson |
