When you fly United, you normally get an Airbus, but we got a reasonable price from American Airlines, which seems to be mostly, ahem, Macdonnel-Douglas-80 planes, or, M-80's
And they are smaller.
The MD80 (an M-80 is a firecracker, MD80 is the plane) is smaller. But the E90 (Embraer 190) with 40 fewer seats (2 and 2 instead of 2 and 3) is even smaller... But for real fun...
I was part of the essential services at a small town airport in Northern Manitoba (Google Lynn Lake, MB if you want) and had to remain when they evacuated the town due to an approaching forest fire. Eventually I got a flight out in a DHC2 Beaver...
in a fold down seat at the back of the cargo area of this single engine propeller float plane...
behind yards and yards of fire hose that reeked of smoke...
on a very windy, turbulent day...
where the plane couldn't go above two thousand feet (jets normally fly in the area of 30 - 40 thousand)...
Good times.
Did I mention that I dont like to fly?
See above.
On second thought, don't.
The airbus seats 3 on both sides.
I've also been on the B777 (very nice, BTW) and a DC10 both of which are 2 - 5 - 2 and the B747 which is 3 - 4 - 3.
When you fly as a couple, as they say, "two's company, three's a crowd."
They do? They should make a sit-com with that! Maybe with an actress who's a real wit and another that's kinda somery... summery. Oh, and gotta have an actor as well, just to be Johnny on the spot.
Especially when she want the ailse seat, and I want the "drunken, passed out on dope, wake me when we get there" seat.
I mean the window seat.

So
that's what that seat is supposed to be called.
I want to be able to make sure the pilot isn't drunk himself and weaving all over the sky.
Ah don't worry, there's always the co-pilot... or Karen Black can make do, too.
I am, however, please to say we did arrive in Florida safe and sound.
Point of order, your honor! Safe, yes... but sound?
I believe the taxi arrived right on time at 4:30.
ooooh... and here I guessed that you'd be getting up at 5:45. I was way off there.
We had the two big suitccases, two carrions and the "personal bag" just outside the door for the cabbie to load into the trunk.
Had that part right!
"Do you need help with the bags?" she asked my wife.
"That would be nice, " she replied.
And that's as far as it went.
Too bad she didn't call a cab to come and help with the bags...
I was still in the house, making last second double checks, and Smidgy was still trying to get the driver to pop the trunk. I almost fell over the bags in the very dark night, since I didn't want to leave a light on the whole time.
Ya know... you could have turned it off after you loaded the bags... that's what the switch on the wall is for. Try it! You'll see.
No, not that switch... the other one.
There ya go.
The cabbie was doing her laundry at an "Open all night" laundromat, and the trunk was already filled with bags of her laundry!
Okay...
What????
Perhaps the whole 'taxi' concept was unclear to your driver. You should've asked her if she'd ever driven a cab?
One of our suitcases got to ride shotgun in the front seat next to the cabbie.
It bugs me when my kids call shotgun... but I hate it when the suitcase does.
Nobody likes a stuck up suitcase.
SHe then proceeded to get on the mostly deserted highway, and get all the way over into the left lane.
Doing 50 miles per hour.
Speed limit is 55 here, so everybody does 65.
70 in the "far left lane."
I was really pleased to hear that a driver got ticketed up here recently for driving in the left passing lane. That drives me nuts. (There are even signs which say "Slower traffic keep right")
heh. drives.
The car would seemt o suddenly swerve left or right, enough to where your head would actually move in delayed reaction, so I started to watch her.
But she wasn't the one doing it, the car was doing it on it's own!
Excuse me? Do you have a radio? Yes? Could you call us a cab, please?
I glanced at Diane to see if she was noticing it too.
Oh yeah she was, she was staring at me in fear and a look of "What the hell's wrong with driver?"
Aw, poor Smidgy.
It was so quiet though in the car that there was no way I could tell her it wasn't the driver but the car itself, and I have a feeling that if I had, that wouldn't have helped her fear issues in the slightest bit.
No, I suppose not. "Don't worry Diane. When we all die in a horrible fiery collision... it's not the driver's fault, it's the car!"
"Oh, thank goodness. I feel
so much better now."
I once had an axle fall off my Mazda, and of course, once again I was on the highway doing about 70 when it happened, but it happened with no warning that time.
I would imagine that would be... disconcerting.
This time it looks like we are getting more than a "heads up", more like a "Run for your lives, the dam has broke" warning.
Where's a little kid with big fingers when you need one???
I'm now, purposely avoiding making eye contact with Smidgy,
What are you saying here? I know youre not supposed to make eye contact with wild animals (lions and tigers and bears, oh you know). Are you saying that she was ready to pounce?
I figured that indifference would ease her tension so I sat there with my face pressed to the side window, watching the passing dark go by, trying to monitor our progress to the damn airport.
And that worked????
Wow.
Usually I get, You
knew?? And didnt TELL ME??? and then things dont go so well

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We made it without incident, but not without a pair of huge sighs of relief in two part harmony as we pulled up to the "Terminal", I still love that they gave that name for peple to use when taking the Aluminum Tube of Death as their mode of transportation.
Followed, eventually, by the dreaded Final Boarding Call.
Just make sure you get on the Northbound flight and not the Southbound one
I started to work on paying the driver, Smidgy was hugging some wino outside the taxi stand.
Yeah, but she came away with an extra bottle and some spare change, right?
After paying her in cash, this company didn 't take credit cards, I had already had the money set aside including tip in my pocket so I wouldnt have to fumble in the dark, and I just handed it to her. Smidgy couldn't believe I gave her a 12 dollar tip, I told her it was because we were still alive, that made it worth it.
I think I mightve mentioned something about, Heres a little something extra so you can get your deathmobile fixed.
When we were still at home the day before, and Smdgy had finished packing her checked bag, she asked me to feel it, worrying that it might be over 50 pounds, resulting in an extra fee.
You can tell weight by just feeling something?
I have a sneaking suspicion you might not be getting that many hugs anymore
Just sayin
I thought it weighed a lot more than that myself, but the scale can't be wrong.
No, of course not. That mass produced, probably spring loaded thats been stretched innumerable times, cheap scale cant be wrong can it?
Nahhh
.
I had visions of taking the big bottle of vodka out and having to chug half of it down to "lighten the load."
But I would do it;
For her;
For America and capitalism;

Youre sacrifice is so
so
Selfless!
It's now security time, which is also called, "give Nebo a heart attack" time. (sorry, in this instance, 3rd person works better than first person)
(by the way, what is Second person?)
Just a second, Ill check. No, wait, I said to myself. You cant expect others to not have answered this can you?
Probably. So nevermind.
And wunce more I got yelled at.
This is getting to be a regular thing with me and the TSA.
Hold it.
Wunce?
Sure.
Wunce. The involuntary reaction to being called out by TSA the first time, even though you know youre clean.
To wunce. I wunced.
Followed of course by:
Twunce.
Thrunce.
Quadrunce
Quinunce
Oh great, I'm slipping, the enhanced brain drug I've been taking is no loonger working, I'm reverting back to my former state ov I,Q, 83.
Nah
too easy.
And believable.
I took my shoes off.
I took my jacket off.
i took my hat off.
And thats what its all about.
Then, following orders, I tried to step into the Orgasmatron, but was stopped.
Well sure
who do you think you are? Woody Allen?
I looked back at Sargeant Hulka, "now can I go through?"
Odd. I had to Google that. But I have seen Stripes
but I think the last time was when it was a new release in theatres.
In there, I had to hold my arms up over my head, but I guess it wasn't working, I got no orgasm at all.
Who do you think you are? Jane Fonda?
On the other side, Diane's allready got her shoes back on,
Was she smiling? Or
glowing?
No reason
just wonderin
"Sir, is that a wallet in your back pocket?"
"yes it is, but it's not metal, as far as I know."
"May I see it?"
You really are at the TSAs mercy. Oh, sure, no rights are being violated. You can say no at any time. No problem.
Sorry? Whats that? The thousands of dollars youve spent on airline, and other travel related costs are going down the toilet?
tsk
He thumbed through it, but if he would have even TOUCHED my Annual pass,,,,,,,,,,,,

some things are sacrosanct
I so wanted to say, "You" Sir" me one more time I'm going to prescibe a 24 hour enema," until I realized I'm not on MASH, and Sargeant Hulka probably wouldn't get it.
And send him on a 10 mile hike. With full pack.
If necessary, I was going to be flying Air La La Land if need be, and if I would have had to chug that Wodka bottle,, all the better. Have I mentioned that I hate to fly?
Really?
Huh.
Didnt know.
"Yes I do," I told him, "Drugs." And with that I pulled them out of my pocket and showed him the handfull of pretty different colored pills, looking him in the eye the entire time.
For some reason, I was no longer worried about retribution or any of this, I was just kind of, amused is the word that comes to mind.
Followed by
All right now, Mr. Nebo, SIR. Please bend forward so Sgt. Rizzo can execute the cavity search
Still
amused SIR?
At the gate now with an HOUR AND A HALF TO KILL, I went to work on my fidgetting. Then I worked on my fussing.
After that I practiced my squirming and finally, my paciing.
What. No jittering, twiddling or twitching? Hey! Youre getting the hang of this flying stuff, huh?
Finally, the airplane taxi driver showed up.
He was dragging a small suitcase behind him, but I
don't think it was his laundry.
Ah, ha! Youve crossed over into my area of expertise. The pilots suitcase is an essential tool that while once was essential is now more of a backup.
Inside you will find:
-Aviation charts
-Weather charts (including Area and Terminal Forecasts as well as current weather reports at departure, destination, alternate and enroute aerodromes)
-SIDS (standard instrument departure) and STARS (standard terminal arrival) plates
-Alcohol
-Bible
-Last Will and Testament
See? Not laundry.
This time, he wasn't Pontius the Pilot, or even Clutch Cargo, But why is it that every, single, flight I get on, the Captain is about 80 years old? His hair was as white as snow. His belly shook like a bowl full of jell,,,,hold it, wrong prose.
Hey, at least that guys been flying for years without any accidents or incidents.
So now, I'm doing the Ol "look around" for somebody to play the Leslie Neilson role of the clever doctor. You know,
just in case something should happen to the pilot.
Wasnt his hair white too?
Apparently, Leslie isn't flying with us today, I couldn't find anybody even worthy of playing the blow up autopilot!
Plus youd need Elaine to
um
inflate him.
Then, for the fist time in our entire lives, we had to go and fetch our own baggage, since we are NOT using Magical Express, can't, right now, we need to get to Doubletree Resort, across from Universal.
Really? I guess typically you drive. How many times have you flown into MCO?
I've always hated when somebody said to me when I was single, "yeah, but I have baggage issues."
You would prefer baggage psychosis?
That morning at MCO, we had baggage issues.
night all, neb, and I do love you all, no matter what Ponzi says. I even like him, too.
Aw.. ya big lug.
Great start, dude. Gonna keep reading

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