AH.. airspace. Peace, solice, and.. an emergency landing?! Yes, its true. I, like many of us, are victims of cant-hear-the-piolet-listening-to-ipod-topia. Somewhere between track 10 and 11, fasten your seat belt and you are now free to move about the cabin, we are lulled into boredom by the repeating play list on our ipods and the monotone voice of our pilot.. satisfied by his non-sensical run-on sentences that always begin "I'm going to go ahead and turn off the fasten the seatbelt sign as we shouldn't encounter any turbulence, we have now reached our cruising speed of 10 thousand feet, weather in Providence is reporting a chilly 41, sorry about that, a cool 38 degrees." They begin so scripted, and last for a minimum of five minutes, but we have all become accustomed to tuning out the man (or woman) at the controls until their usual phrase starts with "unfortunately" and ends with "emergency landing." Truthfully, I did not even hear the catcher at the beginning, but rather took the sleek white headphones out of my ea
rs only when I could make out the words "engine problem" and catch the tail end of his tirade that ended in "we're going to have to make an emergency landing."
SO ladies and gentleman, its true, you know you have racked up too many sky miles when you have made 1. an emergency landing and 2. have been royally mistreated and pissed off at an airline (and that includes endangering my life, and the life of my luggage -- equally as important in my personal opinion--r.i.p teal Diane von Furstanburg bag who was inexcusably bullied by Delta on several occasions). Perhaps the later of which is inevitable, as the preferential list of airlines I enjoy flying invariably shrinks.
On a positive note, all in all, I enjoyed the six plus hours spent at gate D27 at Atlanta-Hartsfield-Jackson, Santa Claus for bringing added joy to life just when the Macy's parade is over (as he always does), the dashing evening gown that was purchased for 10% off from Thayer Street in Providence (thank you black Friday), and most of all, the enormous turkey who sacrificed its life for me in order for me to maintain the high level of body fat I am carrying around.
So until I fly again.. which will be Sunday, and three weeks following that..
Happy Holidays :)
P.S. The problem with frequent flyers is the fact that frequent flying qualifies all of us as self-proclaimed experts at how close, or not close is dangerous to fly next to an parallel airplane (see attached picture).
rs only when I could make out the words "engine problem" and catch the tail end of his tirade that ended in "we're going to have to make an emergency landing."SO ladies and gentleman, its true, you know you have racked up too many sky miles when you have made 1. an emergency landing and 2. have been royally mistreated and pissed off at an airline (and that includes endangering my life, and the life of my luggage -- equally as important in my personal opinion--r.i.p teal Diane von Furstanburg bag who was inexcusably bullied by Delta on several occasions). Perhaps the later of which is inevitable, as the preferential list of airlines I enjoy flying invariably shrinks.
On a positive note, all in all, I enjoyed the six plus hours spent at gate D27 at Atlanta-Hartsfield-Jackson, Santa Claus for bringing added joy to life just when the Macy's parade is over (as he always does), the dashing evening gown that was purchased for 10% off from Thayer Street in Providence (thank you black Friday), and most of all, the enormous turkey who sacrificed its life for me in order for me to maintain the high level of body fat I am carrying around.
So until I fly again.. which will be Sunday, and three weeks following that..
Happy Holidays :)
P.S. The problem with frequent flyers is the fact that frequent flying qualifies all of us as self-proclaimed experts at how close, or not close is dangerous to fly next to an parallel airplane (see attached picture).
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