Let me off the plane

The other day, on the bus, I was talking to one of the other regular riders. We’re both from Texas and we really enjoy visiting with one another. That day I was telling her about the 5 hour and 7 hour layover for flights from Portland to Kansas City. We got to talking about plane flights in general. During the conversation she laughed and made the comment about flight time and layover time is added onto the 5 hours you will have to wait on the tarmac to just take off from an airport. If you figure that I will have to take off from two different airports that could add another 10 hours to my traveling time.

We laughed but you know it’s always a real possibility, which is a really sad comment on the airline industry. I’ve already made up my mind that if I’m going to be stuck on the tarmac waiting for a flight to take off, I’m just ringing the attendant over and telling them to call the FBI out to meet me at the door, because I’ll be getting ready to throw a hissy fit. I’m not about to wait for the toilets to fill up, the air conditioner to be turned off, and the drinks to be consumed. The older I get the less I tolerate confined spaces, small bathrooms, people with attitudes (read attendants here) and asinine policies.

The truth is that the airlines should have a special file on me concerning this issue. Think about it, I can be a bit out spoken (Ok, you can take the laugher down a notch!), and I do know how to make a scene. (Really do need to quite laughing so hard) Really, they don’t want to leave me in the population of passengers. I’m a community organizer, that has to represent their worst nightmares!