Red Eye Flights

I’ve never let a stranger in my bed, yet I’m ok with breathing my morning dragon breath (and quite probably drooling all over myself) on a stranger just because we’re sitting in an uncomfortable, up-right position on a moving plane. Oh, and I’m sure I look great at what would be 3:00 am my time after attempting to sleep with my upper and lower torso in an almost 90 degree angle, my legs bent at a 90 degree angle, and my neck bending however it pleases to support the weight of my flailing head. Oh, and my legs possibly spread wide enough to make my neighbor uncomfortable at the fact that we’re almost touching and just met a few hours ago (and by met, I mean I got up from my seat to let them in, all while avoiding eye contact or possible conversation). In elementary school that basically means we made it to first base.

Every time I take a red eye flight I remind myself that I’m better than that and can fork over an extra $100 for a “normal time” flight (yes, that’s proper airline terminology) and take an extra day off work. Then, when I pay the extra money to take a “normal time” flight, narcolepsy sets in and I sleep the entire time, therefore justifying my frugal theory that I should just save the money and vacation day if I’m going to sleep anyhow.

Ok, I’m going to get back to leaning my face towards my neighbor while he leans his towards mine and we wake up with another uncomfortable feeling.

About Farmgirl Hipster

“Live in the sunshine, swim the sea, drink the wild air…” - Ralph Waldo Emerson

Posted on May 25, 2013, in Life in 'Frisco. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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