Another flight home from Seattle; another chance to sit beside one of the lineman for the Cowboys. I’ve noticed an interesting trend over the last couple weeks during my trips. First, rather than the traditional 300 pounder muffin-topping into my seat occurrences that one would expect in the land of McDonald’s and Burger King my seat mates are huge guys in pretty good shape. They’re just too big for their damn seat and my seat.
The second observation on my Dallas to Seattle travels is that American Airlines must voice audition their captains. Two weeks ago the captain sounded like Fred Thompson (Presidential Candidate, prosecutor for some TV show, and bag guy from Ghost Busters II). This week, Bill Clinton. And no, this captain hasn’t asked if any of the ladies want to see his giant stick (controls the, you know, plane). The guy just sounds like Clinton.
By no means am I a novice flyer. Between the trips from England to the US, in the US, and to and from Australia travel is something that’s pretty familiar, but thanks to the constant flights (four in four weeks) I’m moving from talented amateur to semi-experienced professional. The benefits of flying that seemed silly like having the chance to board the plane first, now are favorites especially when the flight is pretty much full. See, on first means there’s plenty of over-head storage available. The funny thing is that about one-third to one-half of the people on the flight are business travelers so at some point it stops being an advantage to get on the plane ‘early’ if everyone is getting on early. Look for double Whooper platinum get on the plane before it lands option soon.
The plane has started its decent. As luck would have it, it’s a slow one. Apparently, the Cowboys are winning – I bet they’d do a lot better if the guy beside me would be in pads tonight – hell, so would I.
As an extra bonus, an unpublished blog post from my flight last week
Quote of the Week Candidate
I’m currently sitting on the tarmac of Dallas-Forth Worth Airport (DFW). We’re currently grounded because of some communication issues involving traffic control and the stations monitoring all the birds in the air. Apparently, our pilot just overheard the control tower tell one of the airplanes in front of us to – start up your engines, and you’re going to take off and ‘we’ll see how it goes.’
I wonder what the range of possibilities are with this experiment?