Returned to the good ol’ US of A last night, and while I was super bummed to be leaving my home away from home, London, and spent a few hours on the flight figuring out when I could next afford/have the time to travel back, I’m glad to be back. My customs agent asked me how my trip was last night and I said I was not looking forward to work today. He asked what I did and then said “eh, you can do that on Tuesday”
I’ll post some photos later, but here is the most absurd thing to ever happen to me on a flight:
I flew out of JFK at midnight last Friday, an international red eye, and it was a half empty flight so I ended up with my own row! I was sitting in the window seat, and this dude that was in the aisle of the middle section of seats started talking to me. I was polite and talked to him for a minute, and then he went back to his seat. Five minutes later, when the flight was obviously done boarding, he moved into the middle seat RIGHT NEXT TO ME and said “well, I guess no one is sitting here”. My internal monologue went like this: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I’M A GOOD PERSON! I’M NICE! WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS!!! I HAVE SHORT LEGS, I COULD TOTALLY SPREAD OUT OVER THREE SEATS!!
As I was looking for a way out, a nice British woman saw this dude’s empty old row, and sat down! This was when I started to have a panic attack in my head. How did what was surely going to be the best flight ever turn into the worst/most painful soon to be seven hours of my life?! I saw an empty row on the other side of the middle aisle, and made a run for it. As I did, two British Airways flight attendants ran over to my seat and yelled at me that I needed to sit down. After making a substantial scene, I sat in the aisle seat next to the man that had previously displaced me.
As the flight was ascending, the woman who stole the row opposite me told me that the coast was clear and I booked it for the open row while I still good. Victory… I slept the entire flight.