Tomorrow, I get on a plane for Washington, D.C.
I will be visiting the headquarters of Discovery.
I’m very excited. I’m hoping to meet Mike Rowe, the Mythbusters, or maybe the nut jobs from Storm Chasers (really… it’s pouring down rain… go inside already).
Meeting important people (even unstable ones) will be the fun part.
The bad part is flying.
I don’t fear flying, I just have some concerns.
On the list is the inevitable groping I always have to endure at the airport. This time could be especially painful since I’m still trying to bounce back from my "vacation".
Another thing I always worry about is changing time zones. It’s confusing.
When I travel and have to go from one time zone to another, two things invaribly happen.
One, I’m always hungry. And two, I’m always doing math in my head to figure out why I’m starving at 9:30 in the morning.
But the biggest thing that scares me about flying is the unknown.
And I don’t mean how does a giant metal tube hurtle through the air. Or will a flight attendant slam a metal cart full of nothing good to eat into my elbow just as I doze off?
My biggest concern is who I will sit by.
I can’t be the only one who gets on a plane and then waits.
Waits while passenger after passenger boards. I check them all out to see which one I might not want to sit by.
Don’t get me wrong, 99 out of 100 people I’m good with sharing a row.
It’s the one percent that concerns me.
And you know who I’m talking about.
The mom with a baby.
The mom with a newborn baby.
The mom with a newborn baby who has never flown before.
The mom with a newborn baby who has never flown before and the baby has a terrible ear infection.
There’s one on every flight (or maybe it just seems like it).
My only hope is they won’t sit by me.
It’s not that I dislike this mom. In fact, I feel sorry for this mom.
I survived (barely) 6 months of a colicky Evil Spawn.
And I don’t want to go back there.
So keep a good thought for me. I know I can’t avoid the groping, so I’ll just ride that out.
But the crying.
I can’t take the crying.
"Please walk by me… please walk by… please… I promise you God I’ll be good… if they just walk by… please… please…"