I hate getting there
May. 9th, 2010 08:36 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
indigo_rose99Uncomfortable chairs. Claustrophobic seats.
Begging the gate agent (after calling two weeks in advance and begging the ticket counter both failed) for an aisle seat, "Please! I'm claustrophobic!" and realizing that if I answered his follow-up question the wrong way, he was going to prevent my ass from being on the plane. Just like that. *gulp* "Not a danger to self or others?"
Masses of breathing, moving PEOPLE. Waiting in line for the single bathroom for HOW many people?! There MUST have been more bathrooms toward the front of the plane...
Waiting politely for the baggage carousel... to have people simply step in front of me when their luggage is not actually present. Um... standing here?
Making my way to the train and having the two people on the escalator in front of me simply STARE at me. Gawk. What, did I spill something on my shirt? Did I grow an extra head? What?!
But now I'm here. At least for a day. And I get to enjoy a bathtub (soaking my feet in epsum salts!), actual shampoo and conditioner, kleenex, and a BALCONY. *impressed oooOOooooo* This will all go away when I move on to Poland.
Begging the gate agent (after calling two weeks in advance and begging the ticket counter both failed) for an aisle seat, "Please! I'm claustrophobic!" and realizing that if I answered his follow-up question the wrong way, he was going to prevent my ass from being on the plane. Just like that. *gulp* "Not a danger to self or others?"
Masses of breathing, moving PEOPLE. Waiting in line for the single bathroom for HOW many people?! There MUST have been more bathrooms toward the front of the plane...
Waiting politely for the baggage carousel... to have people simply step in front of me when their luggage is not actually present. Um... standing here?
Making my way to the train and having the two people on the escalator in front of me simply STARE at me. Gawk. What, did I spill something on my shirt? Did I grow an extra head? What?!
But now I'm here. At least for a day. And I get to enjoy a bathtub (soaking my feet in epsum salts!), actual shampoo and conditioner, kleenex, and a BALCONY. *impressed oooOOooooo* This will all go away when I move on to Poland.
