On Airplane from Philly to Orlando
Age: 18 years, 4 months, 22 days
I love flying. On the first flight we got a quirky annoying flight attendant. She made us clap because it was some kids’ first time on the plane. We also collapsed because some guy had arms long enough to reach his bag in the overhead compartment without leaving his seat. She had a funny accent and talked like Frances McDormand in Fargo.
“ Let’s give this guy a hand for having the longest arms on the plane… Come on now. Tough crowd.”
“ I’d like y’all to do me a huge favor and flick on your overhead lights to tell me if they’re working. Y’all win yourselves the nice prize. I’ll give you a gift. You’re going to get some of those anyway” (laughs)
“ I hear some clicking. Please re-buckle your seatbelts. Seriously, this plan could jerk and then you’d really mess up your head”
Beginning of flight – “ well, I’m going to start with your departure times and gates now because I don’t have time to go through all of this at the end”
“We have a first-time flier, let’s give him a hand”
It was fun to have such a weird, annoying attendant.
Our next flight was scheduled for departure half an hour after the first arrived. So naturally we ran. It was so much fun frantically dashing through the strangers pretending like our lives depended on catching this flight. Like we were chasing after our lover to proclaim undying steadfast love. Or as if we were about to save the plane from ultimate destruction. As we darted to and fro I nearly lost redacted. Not really, I just wanted to say it. We met some people on the shuttle over to our section who had more of a reason to rush than we did. We did have enough time and could have taken our time walking over.
It would have been fun to miss the flight. Maybe then we could have spent the night in Philadelphia and had countless adventures. Orlando will suffice.
Either way was fine. I thought we had a more slim chance of making the plane than we actually did. Alas, I am here.
We had to wait a few minutes before boarding the plane. There were some interesting characters around. One old lady was beautiful. She had shoulder-length straight white hair with a really cool tan suede hat and nice modern clothes. She may be the type that never wants to grow old, but that’s nice. She had a vibrant orange scarf. She seems like someone still full of life, but her face was a bit sad. She seemed like a sort of Clementine character.
There was also a little girl, around three or four years old, blowing as hard as she could into a bubble wand, unsuccessfully producing bubbles.
The guy on the plane next to me is also fun. He’s old and sort of mumbles when he talks. He’s involved in an air sales Skymall magazine, looking at their overpriced merchandise. Occasionally he mutters something, or directs something to me. And, of course, he just said if he’s in this to get the name right, at least I think that’s what he said. I asked his name, no answer. Oh well, he’s fun.
Redacted is sleeping. It’s about time. It will be good for her to get two hours of sleep. She was up all night packing and getting ready. Nothing out of the ordinary for her.
I dozed here and there on the last trip. That was good enough. It was a good flight. I listen to Pink Floyd The Division Bell with redacted. It is so good, of course. Need I say anything about its quality? I think not.
There’s a mesh cloth separating off first class, do they really need a wall of separation? For one, anyone can see through it. Second, they are the suckers who paid extra for slightly larger, more comfortable seats. I’m getting to the same place they are. It’s not the first class people do, the flight attendant put up the wall. I’m sure that’s the standard. We always have to have divisions though.
Anticipation of flight snacks… When will the wait be over? Kidding, I’m all right, I’m not even hungry, at least for snacks. I would love to eat a real meal. I can’t complain. I’m eating more than my last week at college.
I wonder why they don’t serve peanuts anymore. Only pretzels… I bet someone choked on a peanut, or too many were allergic so that they had pretzels as a second option, which turned into a hassle so they eliminated peanuts all together. Or a peanut was used as ammunition targeted at unsuspecting victims and permanently scarred them. One killed the pilot. And surely all would have had their lives terminated at too young of an age if it were not for the young man who played too many video games. He told his parents that the practice would come in handy. Go figure.
Pretzels are childproof. These specially formulated snacks have air holes to prevent choking. It is nearly impossible to die from this cherished array of salty goodness. A brilliant strategy. There really is no other option.
On to the script. The girl explains why she doesn’t like flowers. They’re the unthoughtful way of saying I’m thinking about you. Flowers are beautiful, so that’s the connection. “ Here’s something beautiful and it reminded me of you”. Flowers serve more as an “ I must get you these because it will improve the relationship by making you happy”. Instead, the best gift would be if the boy were walking along and he saw the most beautiful leaf, or tree, or sitting and it reminded him how much you love this girl so much that he picked up the leaf and gave it to her, saying, “ its beauty reminded me of you. I had to share it. You’re the only one I want to share this with”. That’s where the rainbow fits in. After the girl has discussed her philosophy on flowers then the boy sees a rainbow, runs to find the girl who is not far away and drags her to see the most beautiful site ever. It’s sappy, but I kind of like it and can make it work. When would a love story from me ever be sappy? I hate those films, unless they remind me of true love, and accurate reflection ( Thrice removed from reality). we can still learn something about the forms from it. Stories are wonderful anyway.
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