Wednesday, November 21, 2018

The Upside of Air Travel

I am not a fan of air travel, but the activity does have its upside. 

In preparation for the Thanksgiving holiday, hub and I boarded a Spirit Airbus and spent 2 1/2 (mostly) quiet hours scrunched in an upright, immovable seat doing whatever we wanted, within limitations. 

Unless upgrading - translated as spending a lot more money - to the first two rows of the plane, where two plush seats span the space occupied by three seats in the rest of the aircraft, a passenger cannot stretch in any direction, assuming the plane is full, which is usually the case. Should anyone be taller than me (including most adults and children over the age of 10), there is minimal leg and knee room. Common sense rules include: 

* Don’t cross your legs or sit in any position but upright and the passenger will survive the trip with minor aches and pains. 

* Be careful not to move around while seated or your knees will knock the seat in front of you.

Within the confines of my space I spent the time reading, paperback in my hands, elbows scrunched against my body for two reasons - one, to keep warm - the aircraft temperature on the cool side - and two, to ensure I did not hit anyone. 

If occupying the middle seat, there are two people to be careful not to hit - the passengers on either side of you. If on the aisle there is the unlucky person in the middle seat and anyone passing on the aisle. It might be a flight attendant, a passenger walking to or from the head, or random wanderers. Window seaters might hit the person next to them in the middle seat, or bang the plane, which hurts the passenger more than bumping any individual.

There is also the seat in front of you to be aware of. Stretch those legs and that seat gets whacked. Raise your arms anywhere but straight up and once again that seat gets hit- or your hands end up annoying the person sitting behind you.

The upside of air travel -  I started and finished a short book, otherwise known as a novella, during the flight, all 128 pages. I read the entire local paper, brought along for the occasion, and several pages of handouts from a class I am taking. No interruptions, except for hub occasionally nudging me to ask a question and the flight steward walking down the aisle inquiring, “Drinks? Food?” None of which is free. On the return trip down the aisle the steward requests trash, to be tossed into a classy white large kitchen garbage bag.

Fellow passengers included quite a few children, a nod to the beginning of a holiday week. I saw three dogs, and there might have been additional dogs and other animals I missed. One yippy canine spent the trip in a small mesh case on the floor of the plane. The other two dogs were larger. And quiet- much quieter than one particular (human) baby that loudly squawked towards the end of the flight, obviously annoyed at being confined on Mom’s lap for so long.

The plane arrived on schedule, and in a short time we were in a white Lexus sedan, courtesy of our Lyft driver, on our way to the grandkids. Air travel over - until the flight home.



  1. I don't mind flying unless I get a middle seat. Then, I can't wait to get off.

  2. I prefer driving from Connecticut to Florida instead of flying. But then my husband and I love road trips for the flexibility. Sometimes we're rushing down the coast, other times we're just taking a leisurely stroll.