You do not know me but I was seated in front of you during the flight from Singapore to Sydney on April 12th. What I had initially thought to be a routine flight turned out to be a once in a lifetime experience – and it was all because of you.
I am writing this letter to thank you personally.
Being the cheapskate Asian that I am, I did not pay extra for a seat next to the emergency exit.
Though it offered more legroom, I couldn’t be bothered to read the special safety procedures. The last thing I would want is to compromise the lives of all the innocent passengers because I do not know how to open the airplane door.
Despite my common economy seat, you offered me a full back massage by repeatedly kicking the back of chair. To date, I have yet to regain full mobility of the lower half of my body. But since I am single, I suppose I don’t have much use for it anyway.
I did not pay for the in-flight entertainment package and I was worried that I might get bored. But my concerns were unnecessary. You were talking so loudly, as if your friend was seated in the cargo hold rather than right next to you.
Perhaps she’s hard of hearing? This might strike you as odd but for the first time in my life, I wished I had a hearing impairment too.
Also, could you tell me where you bought those obnoxious snacks? I assume that they must have been delicious cause you rip one open every 30 minutes. Thanks for the loud rustling and chewing ambient sounds!
At this point, I thought, “It can’t get any better than this.” But what I had meant as a rhetorical question, you took as a challenge.
For immediately, my nose was assaulted by a putrid smell of death and decay. The stench was so strong that I turned to check if the old lady seated next to me was still breathing.
It was so nice of you to take off your shoes and put your feet between my seat and the plane window. It must have taken considerable effort – it was a small space but you stuck it as close to my face as you possibly could.
Your kindness moves me.
The sun is rising above the horizon; the sky is bleeding crimson and gold. But I cannot turn to gaze at this everyday miracle because every time I do, I smell the anus of Satan.
I had half the mind to pull down the oxygen mask above me. But then I remembered that I was flying on a budget airline, so I’d probably have to pay extra for that.
Did you know that you have made me a more religious person? I have said more prayers in that eight-hour flight than I have in my entire life.
I was torn between asking God for strength to endure the rest of the journey and, “SWEET GUAN YIN MA, TAKE ME HOME!”
This experience has been so memorable that I am writing this from my therapist’s office. I have also signed up for ten more sessions to talk about it.
Very funny. I must be an oddball because I have always had good experiences flying. Generally speaking I've had interesting seatmates who don't talk too much. I've also met some interesting people in airports. I love the feeling of airports.
I am old enough to remember the good old days, when you got dressed up to fly. It was a privilege, and we were in awe of having a flight attendant constantly circulating with refreshments and a hot meal. The pilot was as charming as Captain America, and would point out interesting views on the way. Seats were comfortable, people politely chatted or read complimentary magazines. Your luggage was handled by fresh faced young men who were genuinely grateful to receive a tip.
Just a fond memory now.
Prices are such that anyone who can scrape up the cash can fly. Seats are crammed in so tight that at some point, the FA's will be handing out packets of KY Jelly so we can lube up to slide into our assigned torture cell. To keep tickets affordable, they've eliminated anything complimentary, and charge so much for checked luggage that people carry all their worldly goods on the flight, and fight over the onboard storage. If you do check a bag, the skycap is snarling, and for the seriously difficult job of putting a damned tag on your bag and heaving it onto a conveyor belt, expects to be lavishly tipped. Anything less than $5 a bag, and your luggage will be sent to Billings Montana, where it will sit until it can hitchhike home on its own.
People are already stressed and angry, then have to strip down, be grilled, searched and scrutinized by the TSA, only to see the grungy, unshaven, slovenly baggage handler walk through carrying a backpack, a hidden 5th of liquor, and any other contraband without so much as a cursory glance.
Then there is the overcrowded gate, without enough seating, and several folks laying across multiple seats, or placing their oh so delicate carry on stuff on them, preventing anyone from sitting. Overpriced food, surly cashiers, bathrooms that are nasty.
So is it any wonder that people behave like they do on airliners?
Very funny. I must be an oddball because I have always had good experiences flying. Generally speaking I've had interesting seatmates who don't talk too much. I've also met some interesting people in airports. I love the feeling of airports.
Very funny. I must be an oddball because I have always had good experiences flying. Generally speaking I've had interesting seatmates who don't talk too much. I've also met some interesting people in airports. I love the feeling of airports.
So do I!!!
I always allow myself a souvenir from each airport.
Very funny. I must be an oddball because I have always had good experiences flying. Generally speaking I've had interesting seatmates who don't talk too much. I've also met some interesting people in airports. I love the feeling of airports.
My experience as well.
Maybe Dulles is just an awesome airport! All joking aside I do think it is one of the nicer airports I've been to.
Very funny. I must be an oddball because I have always had good experiences flying. Generally speaking I've had interesting seatmates who don't talk too much. I've also met some interesting people in airports. I love the feeling of airports.
My experience as well.
I LOVE flying. I get to read with no distractions...
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Very funny. I must be an oddball because I have always had good experiences flying. Generally speaking I've had interesting seatmates who don't talk too much. I've also met some interesting people in airports. I love the feeling of airports.
My experience as well.
I LOVE flying. I get to read with no distractions...
So some of us love airports & flying....others hate it. I propose a destination meet up for those of us who love to fly!
I am old enough to remember the good old days, when you got dressed up to fly. It was a privilege, and we were in awe of having a flight attendant constantly circulating with refreshments and a hot meal. The pilot was as charming as Captain America, and would point out interesting views on the way. Seats were comfortable, people politely chatted or read complimentary magazines. Your luggage was handled by fresh faced young men who were genuinely grateful to receive a tip.
Just a fond memory now.
Prices are such that anyone who can scrape up the cash can fly. Seats are crammed in so tight that at some point, the FA's will be handing out packets of KY Jelly so we can lube up to slide into our assigned torture cell. To keep tickets affordable, they've eliminated anything complimentary, and charge so much for checked luggage that people carry all their worldly goods on the flight, and fight over the onboard storage. If you do check a bag, the skycap is snarling, and for the seriously difficult job of putting a damned tag on your bag and heaving it onto a conveyor belt, expects to be lavishly tipped. Anything less than $5 a bag, and your luggage will be sent to Billings Montana, where it will sit until it can hitchhike home on its own. People are already stressed and angry, then have to strip down, be grilled, searched and scrutinized by the TSA, only to see the grungy, unshaven, slovenly baggage handler walk through carrying a backpack, a hidden 5th of liquor, and any other contraband without so much as a cursory glance. Then there is the overcrowded gate, without enough seating, and several folks laying across multiple seats, or placing their oh so delicate carry on stuff on them, preventing anyone from sitting. Overpriced food, surly cashiers, bathrooms that are nasty.
So is it any wonder that people behave like they do on airliners?
Santa Barbara Airport. It's all open air! (and if I'm there, that means that I'm in CA...)
I loved Santa Barbara but I flew into LAX & we drove up the coast.
That's a lovely drive. We used to drive up to Solvang every year or so for a little getaway.
LAX...Ugh! we lived closer to Ontario Airport, and the running joke on visiting family/friends was were they worth the "pickup" at LAX!
I love Solvang. We try to get out that way every couple of years or so. We were in Santa Ynez when Michael Jackson died. We were about 3 miles from Neverland. It was NUTS! But, I did pitch quite the fit, and made G take me there. He didn't get out of the car though...
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My aunt and uncle lived in Santa Ynez. On Refugio Road. Same road as the Ronald Reagan Ranch. My aunt sold her ranch last year (my uncle died a couple years ago) and moved to AZ. But I have some very fond memories of visiting them there. Beautiful countryside.
Growing up, Ontario was closest to me, too. I remember when the baggage carousel was outside. When I flew in/out of LAX, my father would hire a car to take me the airport, because he refused.
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That's where my parents live. I love it. I am hoping to get there this summer, but with DH being gone, I am still undecided if I want to make the trip with two kids by myself.
If you go, avoid LAX. I made the mistake of flying in there for my uncle's funeral and the car rental line was so long it took me a couple hours to get to the counter. When I flew to SB a couple years ago we connected in LAX, and we had a 4 hour layover and the gate was off site and was soooooooooooo crowded with only one sandwich shop.
I don't fly. I know I don't have the patience for it. I'd probably be the one escorted from a plane. I don't tolerate stupid very well. I have a twisted sense of humor. I am sarcastic. These are not always the best traits to have in cramped quarters like planes.
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Growing up my dad and step mom lived in Lancaster and LAX was closest, but my dad refused to use LAX so we would fly into Burbank or Ontario. It is worth paying more to avoid it.
When I took "big" trips, I would fly out of LAX, because I loved the hustle and bustle. But I'd have to make transportation arrangements. I have picked people up from there, however, and it was a piece of cake. But that was pre-911.
Growing up my dad and step mom lived in Lancaster and LAX was closest, but my dad refused to use LAX so we would fly into Burbank or Ontario. It is worth paying more to avoid it.
My aunt/uncle who lived in Santa Ynez lived in Lancaster for several years when they were first married. My uncle worked at Edward's.
The last time my sister flew into LAX was a few years ago. I picked her up to go visit our parents. They lost her bags and didn't get them back to her until the night before she had to leave again.
I actually had no problem with LAX. Except finding a bathroom. But I flew in on a Wednesday afternoon. It didn't seem very crowded to me. It was a lot smaller than I expected.
We visited Solvang & did a winery tour of Santa Ynez.
Ugh. Lost luggage is a bummer. At least they found it. My father's luggage was one that went through the shredder in Denver and he never saw it or the contents again.
I loved the dry heat in Lancaster. We used to go target shooting in a canyon off Angels Crest.
I actually had no problem with LAX. Except finding a bathroom. But I flew in on a Wednesday afternoon. It didn't seem very crowded to me. It was a lot smaller than I expected.
We visited Solvang & did a winery tour of Santa Ynez.
SIDEWAYS!!!!!
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LAX is the only airport where I've seen the hari Krishnas. I remember one approached me with a flower and I got the crazy look on my face, smiled, while nodding said, "I eat aluminum foil!" They left me alone after that.
My aunt and uncle lived in Santa Ynez. On Refugio Road. Same road as the Ronald Reagan Ranch. My aunt sold her ranch last year (my uncle died a couple years ago) and moved to AZ. But I have some very fond memories of visiting them there. Beautiful countryside.
Growing up, Ontario was closest to me, too. I remember when the baggage carousel was outside. When I flew in/out of LAX, my father would hire a car to take me the airport, because he refused.
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The old terminal is used for a lot of movie/television work...the new terminal (Terminal 2) is often used in commercials. It's the one that is not as heavily used as Terminal 4 (Southwest)
Okay, hands up...who always made that stop at Pea Soup Andersen's for the Traveler's Special?!
I actually had no problem with LAX. Except finding a bathroom. But I flew in on a Wednesday afternoon. It didn't seem very crowded to me. It was a lot smaller than I expected.
We visited Solvang & did a winery tour of Santa Ynez.
I had my luggage fall off the transport & then get run over. I was in luggage claim & the contents of my suitcase were coming out one at a time. Like my underwear. My white shirt had a big tire track on it. The airport gave me a new suitcase that was much nicer than the one I had. Luckily it was on the trip home.
My aunt and uncle lived in Santa Ynez. On Refugio Road. Same road as the Ronald Reagan Ranch. My aunt sold her ranch last year (my uncle died a couple years ago) and moved to AZ. But I have some very fond memories of visiting them there. Beautiful countryside.
Growing up, Ontario was closest to me, too. I remember when the baggage carousel was outside. When I flew in/out of LAX, my father would hire a car to take me the airport, because he refused.
-- Edited by FNW on Thursday 14th of May 2015 01:33:33 PM
The old terminal is used for a lot of movie/television work...the new terminal (Terminal 2) is often used in commercials. It's the one that is not as heavily used as Terminal 4 (Southwest)
Okay, hands up...who always made that stop at Pea Soup Andersen's for the Traveler's Special?!
Interesting. I don't remember what terminal I would fly into. I only flew SW once. It was usually AA, UAL, or AW/US Air. At least in more recent years.
I actually had no problem with LAX. Except finding a bathroom. But I flew in on a Wednesday afternoon. It didn't seem very crowded to me. It was a lot smaller than I expected.
We visited Solvang & did a winery tour of Santa Ynez.
SIDEWAYS!!!!!
We've stayed at the hotel!
We went to the restaurant. But we did NOT order Merlot!
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America guarantees equal opportunity, not equal outcome...
Ugh. Lost luggage is a bummer. At least they found it. My father's luggage was one that went through the shredder in Denver and he never saw it or the contents again.
I loved the dry heat in Lancaster. We used to go target shooting in a canyon off Angels Crest.
Me too. I can tolerate the heat much better there than I can here.
My aunt and uncle lived in Santa Ynez. On Refugio Road. Same road as the Ronald Reagan Ranch. My aunt sold her ranch last year (my uncle died a couple years ago) and moved to AZ. But I have some very fond memories of visiting them there. Beautiful countryside.
Growing up, Ontario was closest to me, too. I remember when the baggage carousel was outside. When I flew in/out of LAX, my father would hire a car to take me the airport, because he refused.
-- Edited by FNW on Thursday 14th of May 2015 01:33:33 PM
The old terminal is used for a lot of movie/television work...the new terminal (Terminal 2) is often used in commercials. It's the one that is not as heavily used as Terminal 4 (Southwest)
Okay, hands up...who always made that stop at Pea Soup Andersen's for the Traveler's Special?!
Interesting. I don't remember what terminal I would fly into. I only flew SW once. It was usually AA, UAL, or AW/US Air. At least in more recent years.
If it is the "new" terminals, those are Terminal 2. The old one just had about 10 gates, and you had to go out and up a roll up stair to board. DH was a buyer for Sav-on Drugs, and he would "commute" to AZ and Las Vegas for store visits. He had a ticket book for America West, and would just drive to the airport, park, jump on the 8 am flight, do store visits, then jump on the 6 pm flight back the same day.
I had my luggage fall off the transport & then get run over. I was in luggage claim & the contents of my suitcase were coming out one at a time. Like my underwear. My white shirt had a big tire track on it. The airport gave me a new suitcase that was much nicer than the one I had. Luckily it was on the trip home.
Oh my gosh I would have died of embarrassment. I'm glad they replaced your suitcase though.
Yes, I remember boarding the planes before they put in the jetways. And I remember when the "new" terminals opened. It was pretty exciting when Ontario became "International".