Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Uncomfortable flight companions

I am unsure of why what I'm about to tell you is not something that I remember on a monthly basis. In fact, I haven't pondered this occurrence in about 9 months. Why did I remember this today? I likely subconsciously overheard a conversation in another quadrant of this sea of cubes concerning the unfortunate happening of being seated next to the crying baby or human furnace on a plane. Right now, however, I broke the silence with a closed mouth, throaty giggle in remembrance of this event. On a plane ride home from NYC (6 hour leg) last May a coworker and I had the misfortune of sitting right next to/in the armpit of a large lady wearing Depends. Well, let me tell you, she pooped.....while in her seat....and nobody was there to change her....so....we were forced to marinate in it. "Really," I thought. "REALLY?!" For the next 4 hours I cycled through every emotion (except joy).
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4 comments:

  1. AnonymousApril 15, 2009 at 9:19 AM

    oh...my...god. that is terrifying. and for some reason, hilarious.

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  2. jasperanzaApril 15, 2009 at 9:23 AM

    absolutely so bad and sooo funny, i am just soo happy it wasn't me. kattie, you sure do make life worth living.

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  3. januaryspringApril 19, 2009 at 7:41 AM

    i once knew a girl who swallowed a Barbie leg and to make a long story short and terrifying it caused irreversible damage to her lower intestine. she now wears a colostomy bag and on long flights an adult protection product (depends). She hates to sit next to people who smell like day old mojitos and spray on tans.

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  4. liliApril 20, 2009 at 10:33 AM

    Hmmm.... held hostage next to poop or minty mojito breath? My gag reflex would have triggered a whole new aroma to waft about.

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