![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
I flew back to the US sat directly in front of a clutch of overly merry Estonians. The one behind me was using my armrest as a footrest, so I leaned my elbow on the armrest quite legitimately and innocently and was of course terribly shocked to find that I'd speared a foot with my elbow. Warned by the previous flight's experience, I'd brought sandwiches, and didn't even attempt the Stir Fried Chicken (which included turnips - ?!). The salad had been reduced to a green slime. O British Airways, how are the mighty fallen!
There was a family in the row ahead of me whose video screens were broken, and I got to listen to them soundly berating a crew member for refusing to shuffle all the other passengers around so that they could have four seats together with working video screens - the crew actually had the insolence to think that getting meals served to two hundred people should take precedence over getting two small girls plugged into a video. "What are we supposed to do with them?" the parents asked angrily.
Long journey back from Newark dragging fifty-odd kilos of stuff (books mostly, and chocolate) (that's somewhere around a hundred pounds, for the metrically challenged). Some nice people helped me on the stairs when the lifts were broken - there's something to be said for looking puny. I could've done it, but it was much faster to be helped. BED, nice.
There was a family in the row ahead of me whose video screens were broken, and I got to listen to them soundly berating a crew member for refusing to shuffle all the other passengers around so that they could have four seats together with working video screens - the crew actually had the insolence to think that getting meals served to two hundred people should take precedence over getting two small girls plugged into a video. "What are we supposed to do with them?" the parents asked angrily.
Long journey back from Newark dragging fifty-odd kilos of stuff (books mostly, and chocolate) (that's somewhere around a hundred pounds, for the metrically challenged). Some nice people helped me on the stairs when the lifts were broken - there's something to be said for looking puny. I could've done it, but it was much faster to be helped. BED, nice.
Tags: