Survived yet another flight. I’m invincible. For some reason these planes just won’t crash.
Quick update to let everyone know we’ve landed safely.
You kinda kill time thinking about everything at once when you’re trapped on a plane for a flight this long. I wish they offered methods to cure boredom with instead of security instructions. I know better than using the emergency chute with my highheels on by now!
I’ve started wondering how many people actually throw up into those neat little paper bags they provide during a single flight.
How often can you call a stewardess to your seat and ask for something they definitely don’t have on board, like a vegetable peeler or an ice bucket for your little beer can until they lose their 24 carat smile and tell you to piss off?
I’m one of those assholes that makes it their mission to bother the nice ladies with impossible requests. Maybe I’m just too fascinated by their fake friendly attitudes.
Also, do they get sore muscles from smiling like they just took the most successful dumb? I need to know.
At the same time I usually tend to imagine what is going on beneath. Picturing households, people having sex, arguing, dying, birthing children. And you pass them by just like you’re a bird roaming the skies, totally oblivious to everything that happens beneath the roofs you leave behind.
But hey, apart from that the band is alive and well and we once again disappointed everyone who wishes we’d disappear from the face of the earth. Sorry, gonna annoy you with our supposed rock music a couple of years more.