In ‘Survival Mode’ At Airports And Airplanes
I hate having early-morning flights.
That could be in large part because I hate early mornings.
Flights are worse tho, because I’m not awake, I’m literally a standing zombie and I don’t like standing in lines when I could be sitting (or laying) down.
Plus, I’m surrounded by people. Airports and airplanes are busy places and not everyone is as zoned out as me.
The people that irritate me the most are the ones who actually enjoy being up at this hour (and for me, that’s anytime before 10 o’clock, tho I can kick into functioning mode at around 8 if necessary).
They are bright eyed, perky and are bouncing around as if this is the greatest thing in the world. The act the way I do when I just found a good Happy Hour. They are always talking with either people around me or chattering at a coffee-inspired rapid pace to someone on the other end of their cell phone.
By the time I arrive at my gate, all those early-morning lovers have arrived at the airport two hours before the flight and have grabbed all the seats. So I have to sit somewhere on the floor and listen to all the chatter of the lively people. I always wear sunglasses and try to get a little shut-eye and tune out everything around me but it’s impossible because that one person is yacking non-stop into their cell phone.
It’s no better when I get on the plane.
First of all, I have to perk up at least somewhat to stand in another long line and shuffle my way to the gate agent.
Once on the plane, I get bumped by people who apparently are unaware there are other passengers and are standing in the aisle taking forever to put their crap in the overhead bin, I get conked on the head at least twice by pieces of luggage and then, once I get to my seat I’m constantly being interrupted by those endless flight attendant announcements.
Okay, all of this stuff happens no matter when I fly, but it’s a lot more annoying in the morning.
All during this time, I am on my personal “survival mode.” And that is to just make it to takeoff, when I can kick back the chair, close my eyes and get a little shut-eye.
That usually works four about three minutes until I discover I’m one row away from a screaming baby and sitting one seat in front of kid who gets his early-morning kicks out of kicking the back of my seat while the parent does nothing to stop him/her.
Oh, those early-morning flights. Ugggg.
Cheers!
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