It's a foggy night in New York town and my flight was delayed because of it. I do miss my ocean views, but I'm glad to be home. I had a delightful man sitting next too me. I was in first class where they put a blanket and a pillow on each seat, but this aircraft had no auxiliary power unit so there was no a/c and it was hot and humid in the airplane. When he arrived, he put his stuff away and I was sitting there holding my pillow and blanket and asked him if he'd put it in the overhead for me. He joked about not thinking I needed it and then said in a very flirty way, "My dear, if you feel a chilll coming on, just tell me and I'll retrieve your blanket."
I had ants in my pants on the flight. My one knee hurt, and I had a stitch in my side which I believe is from eating lunch before I got on the airplane and I think it's an air bubble. It seems to happen when I eat too close to flying. Of course, it's not debilitating, but being hot, sweaty, tired, feet hurt, knee hurts, wanting to come home, stitch in side... it was hard to sit still. I had work I could do, but didn't and just closed my eyes. I guess I dozed off because I was awakened to that lovely announcement of "beginning our descent..."
|Of course, my gate is always at the end of the hallway.|
|I am still into how different the world is at airports with no more banks of payphones and charging stations instead.|
|At Orlando, you take a tram to the various gate areas which you can see it the distance|