Fright Flights

Well how creepy is the attempted attack on the flight to Detroit from Amsterdam? Update-and now another one.....

For someone who uses planes to go to work almost every week it’s very scary. Here’s a little tidbit that I’ve noticed over the last year-I’ll bet at least 85% of the flights that I’m on, the person in the window seat in the exit row is a dark skinned guy, by themselves, aged around 25 years old. Not being prejudiced, just noticing a fact.

I started noticing that awhile back because if I can’t get a seat near the front I always go for the exit rows because they’re roomier. And it didn’t take long to catch on to that demographic. Sometimes I’ll be sitting in the aisle seat in the exit row and watch the line of people coming on the plane. When I see a person who meets that description I know they will sit there and they usually do. And, for planes that are usually about 90% white or couples and families, this is even a stranger statistic. I’m going to start taking pictures now of them……I’ll pretend I’m getting a picture out the window.

Of course now I’m also worried that I’ll over react. Like, when one of them reaches for their bag of peanuts I’ll head butt them or something.

I know if I’m ever on a plane and something happens like that guy from Nigeria was planning, I’d want my kids to know how much I love them, that’s for sure, but I’d hope they know that anyway. No matter how old I get and they get, I still get a kick out of looking at them and talking to them. Yep, in the family area I really lucked out! But then again that’s another tangent.

The worst part of this story could be new rules for air travel. I mean, what if they really start limiting what you can bring on. What about all of the hair care products that I routinely travel with? And if there’s longer lines my occasional lack of patience, especially with early morning flights will exhibit itself even quicker.

And once again, not to appear biased, but if that TSA agent in Detroit who wears a turban puts me in the high security screening line again I’ll scream. Well, no I won’t cause that’ll just delay me even more.

So I guess I’ll just expect longer lines and less patience and try not to jump on someone on the plane for reaching for their MP3 player or something.

Creepy Nightmare

While I was in Indy this last week I had a horrible nightmare on Thursday night. It was about a huge fire in a party like scenario that started from the top and killed 112 young people. The worst was that in this nightmare I could feel the emotional pain of the families that had lost their kids. In my nightmare I could see the families sobbing uncontrolably, falling to their knees and I knew that there was nothing I could or say that would make their suffering any less. In the dream I could see the bodies and the smoke in the aftermath as people were digging through it trying to find things.

When I woke up it was a troubling nightmare that kind of bugged me all day-it was just so vivid.

So today Jenna and I were out running errands and I turned on CNN HLN on the XM Radio and heard about the fire in the Russian Nightclub. I was so freaked out about it I couldn't wait to tell people about the 'premonition'.

But now I can also sense how horrible the families across the world are feeling.

If I'm going dream things that come true I'd much rather dream that I won the lottery or something.

More fun on the road

This week I flew to the glamorous city of Indianapolis. Actually it's a beautiful city and their downtown is nice, vibrant and clean.

However...back to the traveling, since I'm boycotting Northwest Airlines I ended up taking United. Unfortunately they fly out of the old terminal, the Ghetto Terminal.

When I landed in Indy I picked up my rental car. It was really rainy and foggy and I totally didn't see a Stop sign and ended up running it and crossing four lanes of traffic which scared that crud out of me. Fortunately traffic was really light and I didn't really come near hitting anyone.

On the flight home I was lucky enough to sit next to a guy with the grossest smelly breath. Even just by facing forward and breathing normally he was filling the local air with a disgusting odor. I was hoping he'd yawn so I could toss in a Tic Tac.

Once we landed, when it was time for our row to exit I was ready to pop up and get out of there. Unfortunately I forgot to unbuckle first so I jammed myself and rearranged some internal organs.

And of course there's icing on the cake. Returning once again to the Ghetto Terminal I used the restroom on the way out where they offer the finest in hygenic inventions-the Buttwasher 2000. That's the automatic toilet that continuously loops through the flushing cycle the entire time you're 'visitng'.

Ah but nice to be home:-)