Noon, California time and I’m sitting at LAX, recovering from two flights and gearing up for the biggie, over the ocean, in just about an hour. I stayed up ALL night with the hope that I’d pass out on the flights. No luck so far, but my fingers are crossed.
Actually, I haven’t been able to fall asleep for a reason.
Remember last weekend when I asked what YOUR pet peeves were? I now have a new one of my own.
People who go to the bathroom on planes. Are we FIVE, people? Can you not wait an hour and a half to pee?
I’ve been seated DIRECTLY ADJACENT to the john on BOTH FLIGHTS, squished into the very last seat in the rear. And puns aside, the stench has been UNREAL. I paid $1,300 to hang out in a Porta Potty? And all I get is a crappy bag of peanuts? (Again, excuse the pun.) I could have done that at the county fair. And what’s with the smell? Don’t they just open a chute in the bottom of the plane and let it fly? Or have I been worried about getting hit with flying poo my whole life for no reason?
The steady stream of pee-ers was killin’ me. (Again with the puns.)
Cross your fingers I’m in the FRONT of the plane on this last leg. And that I don’t have to use my flotation device. They’re calling my number …
P.S. Make sure to check back — some of my favorite bloggers will be guest posting while I’m gone!