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Hullo Adventurers. I fly a lot. Like a lot a lot. It’s a consequence of having immediate family situated on adjacent, but separate continents. Thus, I have given a lot of thought to the Science of Flying. Especially whilst on the flight.
The beauty of flying so often is always the mileage status. A friend of mine bought ten flights to Minnesota, just so that he could reach the status so advanced, it allows him to travel invisibly. I however, quiver in anticipation for the times I do get upgraded into First Class.
Then comes the fearsome battle over the central armrest. More oft than not, I find myself desperately calculating the success of a preemptive occupation of the armrest vs. a preventative occupation.
All of these scenarios have occurred at one point in my life. I am glad, however, that it was the baby on my head, and not the Sumo wrestler called Kevin.
On second thought, the combination of copious bite-size pretzels and tequila will probably increase desire for the third bar. 2 responses
April 27th, 2010 at 8:42 pm — allie says:
BRAVO. i think you just single handedly eclipsed any and every adventure blog post i ever wrote, my clever British friend! xoxo Leave a Reply |
HA!
This is amazing. But now I’m depressed about having to fly in coach tomorrow.