It could be worse....

[indigo_rose99]

They could have taken away my carry-on.

The plane could be completely full.

I could be surrounded by 3 year olds.

The one behind me could be fond of kicking my seat.

....*sigh* Too late.

I'm waiting for them to have never heard of my special meal and try to feed me potatoes and bread. Doooooooooooooomed...

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[ovrclokd.livejournal.com]

*hug* *hug* *hug*

i hate it when they take away my carry-on. *sympathy* usually i try to actively position myself near the counter so i can board at the front of my boarding group, trying to get the best shot at overhead space so that doesn't happen. but sometimes you just lose.

as for 3-year-olds kicking my seat: i actually found a solution! (which i swear i stole from someone on lj but can't remember who.)

i did this about 3 weeks ago on a plane, and it worked like a charm. when it happened the first time, i turned around, made eye contact with the kid, and said pleasantly "hi, my name is lisa! what's your name?" and the kid looked at his mom, who gave him the nod, and he said "i'm $name." (can't remember anymore, i'll call him peter.) so i said "nice to meet you, peter! can i ask you a favor?" and he looked at his mom, and she gave him the nod, and i said "well, peter, when you kick my seat, i can feel it, and it feels like someone punching me in the back. would you like if if someone was punching you?" and he shook his head. so i said "i don't like it either. so will you please stop kicking my seat?" and he nodded.

he only kicked it again once, about an hour later, and i turned around and said "hi, peter! i'm still here, remember?" and he stopped. yay for the power of making it personal!

how'd you make out on the special meal?

[indigo-rose99.livejournal.com]

I actually did a variation. I forgot about the name part (I'll remember that next time), but I told him that I was sitting there, and that he should take the opportunity while we were at the gate to get the kicking out of his system, because I was planning on sleeping once we took off. I think I completely freaked his mom. "He is only three!" What, three years old is not sentient? I remember being three. It doesn't mean stupid, it just means patterns of adult thought are not established. He did kick it a few more times, but not continuously. I would call it a success.

Actually, my meal appeared. Diabetic and all. I was pretty surprised.

Twenty minutes before the plane landed I was woken up (personally no less!) by a stewardess shaking my shoulder. Evidently between the eye cover, noise canceling headphones and ipod, I didn't hear any messages to wake up, raise up my seat or turn off my electronics. *laugh* I actually thought mean thoughts at her five minutes later when the official "turn off electronics" message came through. I could have had five more minutes!