A colleague of mine had a few trans-Atlantic work flights and he was flying coach all the time. He was puzzled over the fact the he always seemed to be stuck in the middle seat between two larger men which makes it a bit hard to sleep, get to the bathroom etc (if you have been on a long-haul you know the problem ).
One time he was checking in he told the girl behind the counter about this problem and he was like "For once, please give me a seat where I'm seated next to a beautiful, single woman that I can talk with during the flight". Well, when he came into the plane the seat next to him was empty so he was patiently looking down the aisle to see who would be his company over the Atlantic. All of a sudden he saw this BIG guy who seemed to have been running all day long coming down the aisle and my colleague was thinking "Here we go again" . But right before the BIG guy reached my colleague, he dumped himself in a seat a couple of rows in front and behind him a good looking woman appeared and she sat down next to my colleague. They started talking and got along great. I even think she had some wine that they shared (I think she had gotten one as she was working as an air hostess and knew the people on board the plane).
Anyway, my colleague was in heaven and he leaned back to relax a little bit after they took of. All of a sudden he felt the woman bumping into him and she was saying "You lucky bastard". My colleague was a bit surprised and he was wondering what was going on. Well, it turned out that he had passed out and slept all the way over the Atlantic and when the girl woke him up it was time to land
I'm not sure what the moral of the story is...but it was fun hearing him tell the story. It sounded like this was a dream come true for him and it went down the drain as he passed out on lift off
No children sitting next to me normally. I'm a man on my own so most airlines have got me marked down as a child molester.
I get to airports early and get an aisle seat but coming back from Thailand one year I had asked for an aisle seat on a connecting flight and ended up with a middle seat between two men who were either incredibly clumsy or gay. I ended up spending the night seated on one of the seats used by the hostesses on take off and landing.
Previously I've been on a Garuda flight with stacks of leg room so I thought no problem coming back from Auckland via Bali. Apart from the seats being so small that my knees were pressed into the seat in front of me, I had a kid next to me who made Bart Simpson look like a model of good behaviour.
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. Apart from the seats being so small that my knees were pressed into the seat in front of me, I had a kid next to me who made Bart Simpson look like a model of good behaviour.
How come some people get lucky and have gorgeous Swedish women/men as flight companions?
All I've ever managed to score are the clones of the kid who made Bart Simpson look like a model child and a huge Austrian backpacker who smelled like a sewer.
Will I ever hear the honeyed tones of a flight attendant asking me, "Would Madam like to be up-graded to Business Class?" (see, I'm not greedy, I don't even dream of First Class)
I once returned from Ecuador seated next to the handsomest man I have ever seen even to now. It was uncomfortable, because I was so afraid I would drool or let my tummy stick out (I was young and thin back then) that I slept not a wink, and I had a hard time looking at him when we talked because I was so fascinated.
Will I ever hear the honeyed tones of a flight attendant asking me, "Would Madam like to be up-graded to Business Class?" (see, I'm not greedy, I don't even dream of First Class)
I am laughing so hard! Valda I am with you all the way!
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