I found an empty row, spread out. Not crushing someone is the way to travel. Why do they make “airplane mode” for devices and the attendant says no devices even in airplane mode? I think they want to make sure that people do not enjoy the flight. I’m half as big as half of the customers and the seat is too small. I don’t know who should fix this problem – big Americans on diets or airplanes not buying French seats. My boarding pass had the NYC weather printed on it and it depressed me. I don’t mind big cities, but big cities in the rain with muggers ready to attack as soon as you extend your umbrella, those are rotten experiences. Layover in Philadelphia and all I could think of was how I hated the thugs on their hockey team. Ugly thugs. I can’t pronounce the name of my hotel in NYC but my cab driver doesn’t speak English, so I point at it on my itinerary and his eyes get huge. I’m afraid I’m heading for a rat-infested hell hole, but I travel with good books, so rats be damned.
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#1 by Kay Camden on April 21, 2011 - 1:53 pm
Brilliant. I feel it all.
#2 by Carl on April 22, 2011 - 6:58 am
Thank you, Kay. I appreciate your comment.
#3 by carldagostino on April 21, 2011 - 2:27 pm
Have not flown since 96. Looks like it will stay that way. Don’t have anywhere to go anyway. Mater of fact that trip was to Philly. I got assaulted and knocked down flat out of nowhere from some man . It was downtown peak daylight. Not a single person on the side walk stopped for me. That Liberty Bell was pretty cheap and dopey looking too. Small thing. Was disappointed.
#4 by Carl on April 22, 2011 - 6:59 am
It’s nice not to have anywhere to go sometimes. I think you have to be from Philly to survive Philly.
#5 by LetterzToNoOne on April 21, 2011 - 7:21 pm
Lol You laid that out for us in a very humorous way. Thanks for making me laugh. By the way… how was the hotel?
#6 by Carl on April 22, 2011 - 6:58 am
Oh my goodness! The hotel and the return were way out of order! I might have to write about those…Thanks for your comment!