Of course the random thoughts typically appear on Sunday, but I needed to wrap up the pumpkin beer reviews so that did not happen. Since sharing my random thoughts is part of my self imposed and self directed mental therapy each week, I am just taking over Monday. “Random Thought Sunday” should return to its regularly scheduled day at the end of this week.
With that said I will move on to a travel themed string of random thoughts, starting with what a guess are the more negative ones and moving toward positive from there.
Random thought #1 – If I have not mentioned it before, it is my opinion that if you cannot lift your bag into the overhead compartment that it is not a “carry on” piece of luggage. Also, if you see that I am already half asleep with my head phones on and you still ask me to help you with said bag, don’t plan on me chatting with you on any level during the 4.5 hour flight.
Random thought #2 – I do not think that it would be unreasonable to expect an airline to provide at least some radio as an option to listen to on cross country flights. I don’t mind reading at all, but I would very much like to drown out the sounds of the various bodily functions coming from the rest of the passengers while doing so.
Random thought #3 – As an example of travel karma I witnessed a tennis racket fall from the overhead compartment and hit a woman in the leg after she was a nuisance (to at least me) during the flight. Sure I am glad she is OK, but I did laugh quite hard on the inside.
Random thought #4 – Surely there are people out there who can sleep well on planes (with or without any number of drinks), but I am apparently not one of them. Having the middle seat does not help my chances either.
Random thought #5 – There are so many cool little places (and truck stops) in remote locations of the western United States. Either that or spending 17 straight hours in a vehicle makes every stop seem spectacular.
Cheers!
Your ending to random thought #2 was a perfect memory of our trip to Louisville in the dead of winter. The return flight home was filled with noxious fumes, not from the ass end of the plane, but of the ass end of someone sitting next to us. From the immortal words of William S. Burroughs “It was a sound you can smell”. It was so vile we couldn’t stop laughing (I am gagging while i am typing this). To this day, that flight goes down in history.
Ugghhh . . . I have tried to scrub that from my travel memory, but it still “ranks” up there with the worst flights. I guess I should feel fortunate that I was only dealing with audible functions this last trip!