Real life update
cause it was odd, thats why.
Im interrupting our Hawaii vacation for something that happened recently that ticked me off at the time
then chuckled about later.
So its all good, cause now I get to write about it, right?
In Canada we have two major airlines. Air Canada, which pretty much goes everywhere and Westjet, which doesnt. It does go to Florida and Hawaii
but not Europe or Asia or
It goes to pretty much every major airport in Canada and a handful in the States and Caribbean.
Thats just weird. Im in the hotel lobby in Montreal, waiting for our room, so Im using Word. It says Caribbean.
But I really want to type Carribean. I guess not. Im quite aware of the fact that my laptop is smarter than I am. Besides, Carribean (now that I look a little closer) is obviously a bean from the Carri tree.
Anyway, two major airlines. But if I have any choice, Ill take Westjet over Air Canada any day. Air Canada is like that curmudgeonly old man that lives down the street. Oh sure, you can go there, but it aint gonna be fun.
Westjet is his fun loving nephew whos always quick with a joke or a laugh.
Case in point. When I came back from Ottawa last week, the flight attendants were adding little bits into the normally dull and repetitive safety spiel.
If the masks drop down, place it over your sniffer and kisser and breathe normally.
In case of a change of cabin pressure, four million dollars will drop down from overhead.
If you have any questions, please dont ask us, cause its been a long day and were very tired.
So were flying Westjet. And Elle has picked row 2 as the place she wants to sit. Sounds good. Well be off the plane first. No standing like Quasimodo on a bad day, waiting for your aisle to clear.
The only thing I dont like about sitting up front is that by the time you board (since normally they board from back to front) there might not be any room in the overhead bins for your carrions (TM Nebos Neboisms).
Ive got my laptop and weve also got a small bag. We get on fairly early in the process and
theres room for our bags in the bin above our seats! Score!
I toss the laptop up and start to throw the bag in beside it. Plenty of room! What luck!
Sir! Sir!
How I hate hearing that. Its never Sir, youve won a thousand bucks. No, its always bad.
Sir, you cant put your bag there, youll have to leave room for people in the first row.
Huh? This is the bin for row two. Were in row two.
I shrug and turn to put it in the empty bin across the aisle.
Sir! Sir! You cant put it there either, we need that for people in the first row.
So where can I put this bag? She tells me to put it a little farther down. My bag winds up in the next available bin above row five. I can only assume that the people coming to row five will put their bags in row ten and so on down to the last row, where those people will place their bags on the tail of the airplane. No doubt secured by bungee cords.
Elle and I sit down and wait to see who all these people (there must be six) with vast amounts of baggage, might be.
The plane is pretty much done boarding and still no one has taken any of the six seats in aisle one.
Eventually a flight attendant escorts an older women with a cane up from farther back in the plane. I assume she was with her bags out on the tail section. The attendant tells her she can sit in the first row. The woman asks which seat
since theyre all empty.
Oh it doesnt matter. Replies the attendant, Theres no one sitting there.
???????
To be fair, she did put the ladys cane up in the bin.
Elle turns to me and says, You know whats in those bins? One cane
and air.
New chapter coming up soon.
Soon-ish.