Title: Da Plane, Da Plane
(Yes, I know this was the longest "to be continued" ever, but I came down with a nasty flu after posting the previous post and couldn't spell my name, let alone post anything. But, I'm feeling better-ish now, so lets continue the fun!)
Phun On Da Plane, Part 2
So, after taking my seat and watching the maintenance folks hand-crank up the propellers, the pilot decided it was time to actually take off. Now, as the plane taxis onto the runway, the flight attendants indicate all the lovely information about what to do if the is an emergency and where the exits are and that your seat could be used as a flotation device, but our "attendants" must have been a bit tired. Now, the plane was so small that we only had two attendants on-board, which would have been okay, if they both hadn't snorted an entire canister of nitrous oxide (each) before boarding.
Everything they said, be it: "Now, we have two exits
After the little remark about the restroom I believe they both fell unconscious from oxygen-deprivation from laughing so hard. Looking back, I'm kind of glad they were drugged out their mind's, because it scarred us all so much that we never even noticed that we took off and that somehow we were actually airborne (and not plummeting to our death).
Later in the flight, they were kind enough to wake back up and serve us our free beverage - a big ol' 1/10th ounce cup of any juice beverage we would like - as long as it was apple juice. I enjoyed my thimble of beverage, read my book and began building the mental stress and fear that would be "The Landing".
... to be continued...
(soon too, no "I had to wait a week to read this?!" wait either!)
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