#SOCS: Fly the Friendly Skies

From 1984 until my stroke in 2007, I spent a lot of time in airplanes, most of which actually made it out of the airport. One Sunday, I was flying from Atlanta to Chicago, and Delta (an acronym for “Doesn’t even leave the airport”) was an hour late getting the plane onto the runway, then ran into mechanical difficulty and had to taxi back. A lot of trips on Delta have to stop in Atlanta, but that was the first time a flight from Atlanta ended up stopping in Atlanta. Given a four-hour delay, I chose instead to make that trip on Airtran. Of course, my bag was still on the Delta plane, so I just went to O’Hare and picked it up when that flight got in, many hours later.

One night, I was flying back to Chicago from Omaha, and I recognized the woman sitting in the plane next to me, but didn’t remember where from. Turns out she was the bartender at the Holiday Inn I stayed at, and she told me, anytime I got stuck in Omaha, stop by the bar at the Holiday Inn and she’d take care of me (i.e. free beer… I’m a good boy). And, the next trip I took to Omaha, I was stranded, and, true to her word, I didn’t pay for beer. I left her a tip big enough to cover the beer and her good service, though.

The weirdest flight I ever took was to Rochester, New York. I had had several very long days and was exhausted, so the minute I got in my seat and buckled myself in, I fell asleep. Next thing I remember was waking up to answer a phone. It was a wakeup call from the front desk of the Radisson. I said, “Wait, where am I?” He explained that I had come in with the flight crew. Evidently, they woke me when we got to Rochester, and managed to get me off the plane, get my luggage, and get me to the hotel. I remember none of it. Somehow, I had gotten to my room, gotten my clothes off, and into bed. When I was ready to leave, I couldn’t find the key to my room. I had left it in the lock.

Dennis Miller once said that, when you’re sitting on the edge of the bed at the Courtyard in your underwear, watching TV and eating cookies from a vending machine, you know you’re living life in the fast lane. He’s right. I’m glad those days are over.


It is, of course, Stream of Consciousness Saturday, hosted by Linda Hill. Follow this link to her blog, where she has links to the other blogs participating this week, as well as a list of the rules that most of us follow most of the time.

15 thoughts on “#SOCS: Fly the Friendly Skies

  1. My sister is scared to death of flying – says planes fall out of the sky all the time. Me, I can sleep through both landings and take offs. I get motion sickness in cars and boats, but not on planes. Weird?


    1. I didn’t have a choice in this case. Had I not been called on to go out of town Monday and Tuesday, and my aunt hadn’t died, it would have been an easy week. But that happens sometimes. Just have to suck it up and live with it.

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    1. I doubt that a member of the flight crew came into my room and undressed me, so I must have been awake between getting off the plane and getting into bed. I just don’t remember.


  2. Wow! That’s really kinda scary when you think about it. I mean, I’ve heard of sleepwalking, but that’s … wow. You must have been really tired!
    P.S. Thanks for following the rules most of the time. πŸ˜‰ hehe


    1. I was. I had been called on at the last minute to start an installation for a guy, and while I was there I got a call that my grandmother’s sister had died. Even so, I didn’t get out of the client site until after midnight and still had a 4-hour drive ahead of me. Then, I had to be up at six to attend the funeral, which was on the other side of Chicago… anyway, I was operating on about three hours of sleep over two days, so I was really exhausted.


      1. I’ve gone that long without sleep. The last time it happened, “Comfortably Numb” came on the radio and I burst into tears at the guitar solo. πŸ˜›


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