Longest Day Ever

Sunday morning my parents drop me off at the airport. There were 5 flights I could’ve taken to Philly to catch my 615pm flight to Paris, and I picked the second-to-earliest one at 720am. You may call me crazy, but then you obviously haven’t lived in central New York where ANY weather is possible. I would rather have a 9 ½ hour layover in Philly (which I had) then have my flight be delayed/cancelled and arrive late to Philly.

So I get to Philly and hang out for, well, 9 ½ hours. So boring. I slept for a bit (as I hugged my purse containing my visa), talked to some nice Swiss people, did a few laps across the Philly airport (exercise), got an overpriced McDonald’s salad… etc. My flight to Paris is delayed, so we end up leaving around 730pm.



The airplane is MASSIVE. At least 300 seats. I get this really nice seat with a lot of legroom… but then this old man who seems quite grumpy pulls a stewardess over to my seat and tells her that he wants my seat. Not a seat with a lot of legroom, not a seat in my aisle… MY seat. So I mean, yeah, I let him sit down and I take his seat (which is the in middle of 4 seats in the middle of a huge block of seats). Then the stewardess comes over to me, apologizes, and offers me another aisle seat. So I take that. Then another stewardess comes over and asks me if I want to move. And I’m like “No, this is fine…” “Are you SURE?” “Uh…. Yeah…?” “Wait, come here.” And she pulls me aside and tells me that the LAST person with THAT seat asked to move because someone around them smelled really bad.

So I end up getting an aisle seat in the back of the plane, away from any smelly people, but with barely any legroom and a lot of noise. It was clear that the stewardesses felt pretty bad, and kept telling me that I could get whatever I wanted to drink. I told them that I wasn’t legal and couldn’t drink. Then they were like… “Oh… do you want headphones?” I mean, I probably could have gotten away with getting a drink without an ID, but I was planning on taking a sleeping pill, so I felt it was for the best not to drink anything.

There were TVs on the back of all the seats, and there were a lot of TV shows and movies offered. I chose to watch Easy A… I tried to watch it in Spanish, but then realized I was too tired to understand. Then I tried to watch it in French… and realized I was tooo tired to understand. So I took a sleeping pill and put it on in English. Great movie. I also got dinner. Then I passed out.

END OF SUNDAY ENTRY. Even though at this point, it’s technically only like 9pm.