Flight 243I’m not sure whether he did poorly in the NFL draft or he wasn't quiet ready to leave the halfway house, but it was too early for the guy next to me Saturday to fly across the country. We had the emergency exit aisle, so we had leg room. However, sitting between the 6’6” Jeff Veen and the 250 lb linebacker, it was a long, long flight.
My favorite exchanges:
(As Jeff and I raced to finish the airline magazine crossword)HIM: schhny..ub
ME: Pardon?
HIM: 42 down.
ME: oh, ok, what is it?
HIM: It’s the answer to 42 down
ME: yeah, I just didn't hear the word.
HIM: (huffy) never mind
(He then snapped his head forward, clinched his eyes like a child pretending to sleep, and held perfectly, perfectly still.)JEFF:
(whispering) Dude, you are totally getting punched in the face.
Other favorite phrase on the flight:
As I look for the flight attendant: "Can you not sniff"
As I started to nap: "Can you face the other way - you're breathing toward me"
As we waited to pull up to the gate: "If I pulled down an oxygen mask, they'd probably all come down, uh?"