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RIght Round Baby Right Round
Jan. 26th, 2008 08:55 amWeird as shit trip yesterday. There's only middle seats left but the exit row is fine for me, until the bigger than me guy sits down next to me and makes a claim for the arm rest. I retaliate by resting my arms on his.
Then the flight attendant comes around, "you all happy to assist me with the doors in an emergency?" The guy in the window seat says "no." The flight attendant and I were pretty surprised, that's the first time I've ever seen that. Oh well, window seat for me and another guy gets the leg room.
All is well, take off and start climbing, the pull out of SAN is pretty a nice view of Pacific Beach etc... but about 2 minutes in, the armrest guy starts pressing his call button and then gets up and goes to the loo.
Basically, he spends the entire flight locked in there. Not entirely sure why.
Anyway, all is well again until we hit the Oregon border when we fly into the edge of a wall. Well, that's what the knock felt like, the plane rolled about 10 degrees and the nose swung sideways an alarming amount depositing Sprite in my lap. The next 40 minutes were basically like that. On the plus side, to get smooth air we descended to well under 20,000 feet which gave amazing views of St Helens and other volcano/mountains in that neck of the wood. Plus the glorious weather the North West had been having made up for 30 minutes feeling like you're inside a washing machine.
Then the flight attendant comes around, "you all happy to assist me with the doors in an emergency?" The guy in the window seat says "no." The flight attendant and I were pretty surprised, that's the first time I've ever seen that. Oh well, window seat for me and another guy gets the leg room.
All is well, take off and start climbing, the pull out of SAN is pretty a nice view of Pacific Beach etc... but about 2 minutes in, the armrest guy starts pressing his call button and then gets up and goes to the loo.
Basically, he spends the entire flight locked in there. Not entirely sure why.
Anyway, all is well again until we hit the Oregon border when we fly into the edge of a wall. Well, that's what the knock felt like, the plane rolled about 10 degrees and the nose swung sideways an alarming amount depositing Sprite in my lap. The next 40 minutes were basically like that. On the plus side, to get smooth air we descended to well under 20,000 feet which gave amazing views of St Helens and other volcano/mountains in that neck of the wood. Plus the glorious weather the North West had been having made up for 30 minutes feeling like you're inside a washing machine.
