Both of our flights have been early. It is now 2:45 p.m., local timeand we arrive there at 3:54 p.m. This boggles me because from Calgary to Saskatoon was only 45 minutes, I thought. And surely Ottawa is closer to Hamilton than Calgary is to Saskatoon. I wonder how Mr. Nic (Mr. Nicotein, that's what I have nicknamed the guy) will fare until 3:54 p.m. Oh, the flight is 49 minutes. That's what the flight attendant Clint said. Flight attendants with a sense of humour always make a flight more enjoyable.
Beavers and ducks. I should just blurt that out right now. In a satanic voice. Mr. Nic hasn't heard me speak yet. For all he knows I could be a deaf-mute. I didn't listen to the safety instructions (I have heard them twice already). Or I could be some crazy posessed girl who has to write down all her thoughts because out of her mouth only comes the voice of Satan (I've been writing almost the entire time he has been sitting beside me). Beavers and ducks. Hee hee. At least scaring the living daylights out of him would give him something to think about other than "48 minutes to go". Okay, his leg is bouncing now. Oh. I coughed. He knows I can cough.
Mm, can hardly wait until the snack mix. Hey I could pretend that I am french, that might be fun. Ooh, on the top of the control tower there's a crazy spinning thing.
I like flying. The flight attendants really are very pleasant. Ottawa is very big. With crazy weird swirvy roads.
Smoking tends to take away your appetite. Maybe I can have Mr. Nic's snack mix. What I really want is some chips or crispers... mmm... one girl got off the plane in Ottawa and I think she got crispers. Either that or chips. Before I saw that I was craving smarties or a chocolate bar.
Holy hannah! I have a headache. I wonder if it's due to the stench radiating from Mr. Nic. It's a good thing there's a seat between us, otherwise I might have passed out by now.
Im wondering if being at 41 000 feet is good for my head injury. Interesting thought to ponder.
Oh dear, there's an annoying child. Both of the other flights were perfectly wonderful. Oh no, now he's hacking up a hairball or something. That's right, give the whole plane SARS, that's just great. Yeah, but at least the screaming child is on a short flight and not on the three hour one.
Mr. Nic is trying to sleep. I just noticed that his friend who is seated across the aisle has safety shields on his glasses. Indeed. He does. He looks straight out of an 80s job safety film. And he's about the third person on this flight I've seen who looks straight out of the 80s. Yup, great fun.
Aw, now Mr. Nic was rude to Flight Attendant "Princess" Karen. Well, not rude. Just not very pleasant. And she's wonderfully pleasant. That's not very nice Mr. Nic. Workers in the service industry deserve respect too. Mmmm, snack mix time!