We spent Saturday making our way home from Rhode Island. A good portion of Rob’s side of the family descended upon the small town of Newport to bask in the greatness of a brother being commissioned an officer in the Navy. The ceremony and weightiness of what it represented were unexpectedly powerful and brought me to quiet tears of pride. What can I say, I’m a sap.
Our Cheese Nip laden hopscotching on Saturday had us stopping in both Phoenix and Las Vegas. The wheelchaired couple sitting behind us to Phoenix required oxygen and hearing aids. They spoke loudly throughout most of the flight, chatting as if they were sitting at their Formica kitchen table drinking Sanka. They distracted me from my cryptogram puzzle book so I eventually escaped to my iPod. Dutifully disconnected from all electronic devices during our descent, I got to hear all about the wife’s recent bout with something she called desert fever. The regaling was interrupted as we taxied to our gate when the wife noticed another plane on the tarmac.
Her: Look! That must be Turner’s plane.
Him: What?
Her: You know, Ted Turner. Look. That must be his plane.
Him: I would’ve thought he’d have a nicer plane than that.
Her: Yeah. Even John Travolta has a 747. You’d think Ted Turner would at least have a 707 like we’re on right now. [We were on a 737.]
Him: Yup. He needs a nicer plane.
Rob and I were dying to tell them that Ted is actually a sub-brand for United, but we wisely opted to allow them the excitement of having seen Ted Turner’s personal aircraft. Makes you wonder, though, what they would have thought if they had seen a Virgin (Atlantic) plane.
2 comments:
That story about the old couple behind you is hilarious! You said they were flying into Phoenix, so I would for a second believe they were my grandparents. Except grandpa knows way too much about airplanes for that to be true. But my grandma would have made an observation like that of your wonderfully ignorant seat neighbor.
For the record, this is Chelsea. I can't figure out how to change my name from "Articles Dept.", a throwback to my days as the law review's articles editor.
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