Thoughts from Seat 7C
I just finished my "snack pack"
that included 6 pretzels, 5 mini, spicy cheese
covered "toasts," and 4 surprise-seasoned, crunchy
worms and I'm regretting my decision to read some
blogs instead of grab lunch before boarding the
plane. It was a classic moment of 8 year old logic -
"I wasn't hungry then..." Well, I'm hungry now and
I'm scolding myself using the classic mom line "You
should have eaten before we left. I told you to eat
something because you would be hungry later." I
appreciate that my Mom, like all good moms, attempted
to install that good sense in my little brain, but
I'm afraid her efforts have not been 100% successful.
My regret is only intensified by the smells wafting
back from first class. I'm sitting 2 rows back from
the iron curtain that separates the uppity ups from
us regular folk and I watched with a little smirk on
my face as the flight attendant snapped it
shut. The
only problem with this particular iron curtain is
that it is not iron at all It is, in fact, made
from fish net... I think (this is an
Alaska
flight) The problem
with fish net is that you can see through it. The
problem with seeing through it is that I just
watched the butler flight attendant serve what
looked like Thai chicken satay on a bed of safron
infused wild rice with steamed asparagus and fresh
picked Washington berries.
Ok, so maybe I didn't see all that detail, but that
sure sounds good, doesn't it? To make matters worse,
he was serving the delicious looking entree on real
plates with real flatware and real stemware. None of
that spork and 3 ounce plastic cup non-sense
for the folks in rows 1-5.
Meanwhile my neighbor is engaging in some sort of
airborne yoga and drinking tomato juice (I cannot
stand tomato juice) and I just popped in another
piece of gum and tried to pretend it's a delicious
Washington berry. It's not. Maybe I should have
brought my new lipstick that for some reason smells
like chicken stew. Or maybe I should have eaten some
lunch before boarding the plane....