We had a moderately uneventful flight home on Monday.
Except that on the first death-plane by some gift of the aviation gods, I was able to fall asleep, until halfway to Dallas a flight attendant, leaned down next to Bean’s head and yelled:
Do you want a drink, sir?!?
W.T.F.?!?! Do you think that two people who are asleep with drinks in the seat pocket in front of them want a drink?!?!
I wanted to kill her. And I did not get back to sleep.
And then there was the two hour layover where I got to contemplate the next death-plane ride with nothing in particular to do.
I did, however, get alcohol and that was nice.
Planes = Bad
Family = Good
Friends = Fantastic
More than a 4 day stay = Not happening. Ever.