I hate air travel. Well, actually, I like to fly. I just hate that there’s anyone else on the plane besides me and the flight crew.
I thought it would be a nice change to fly down to Vegas instead of drive, especially since I found some relatively cheap flights.
On our flight down there, I was pleased to discover that there were no noisy children anywhere near us, and thought it might be a relatively quiet flight. We were in a row with 2 seats on the left, and 3 on the right (we had the aisle and middle on the right). A young couple was seated across the aisle to the left. Right after sitting down, the male half of the couple pulled up his knees and propped his dirty shoes on the seat. Charming.
After takeoff, music started spewing forth out of the earphone jack on the armrest belonging to the woman on our right. Since she had no headphones, I guess she thought this was pretty neat, and put it on the opera channel, and cranked it up to max volume so she could hear it. As if that wasn’t annoying enough, all of a sudden I started hearing music coming from across the aisle. At first I thought it was another malfunctioning jack issue, and couldn’t figure out where it was coming from. After a while, I noticed that the lovely couple on the left had some sort of I-gizmo out, and were playing it loudly. I couldn’t believe it – I’ve never seen anyone do that, and frankly, I’m surprised the flight attendant didn’t say anything to them about it. Now I had loud music attacking me from both sides, of totally opposite types. Fortunately, I had my own headphones, so I was able to put them in and listen to the airplane’s crappy musical selection to drown out the war.
On the way back, there was a family with a crew of children several rows behind us. Not screaming, crying children, but evidently very happy children. Turns out that was just as bad. The older children were pretty quiet, but the baby gurgled, giggled, and babbled, while the toddler chanted “La la la, la la la, la la la” FOR THE ENTIRE 1 1/2 HOURS WE WERE ON THE PLANE. As far as I could tell, the parents made no effort to stop it. Oh, wait – I take that back. After we landed, the children all got quiet. Then the toddler started up again, and the mother went “Shhhh” one time, and they all were quiet again. (Uhhh – maybe she could have tried that an hour and a half earlier?) As we entered the airport terminal, some man behind us said “Finally – quiet!”, and he and some of the other passengers all started grumbling about the parents. Sadly, I had accidentally packed my headphones in my checked bag, so I had to be “la-la’d” to death.
I think it may be worth the extra time to drive. With all of the time you spend in the plane and the airport, it really only saves us about 3 hours each way anyway.
On the plus side, I got a lot of knitting done on Susie. But I’m getting very, very nervous about how much yarn is left. Even though I have more yardage than called for in the pattern, it’s not looking too promising. (Yes, I did make it longer, but not THAT much longer.) Hmmm. We’ll soon see. Sorry for crummy photo of black yarn.
And there’s another WIP going on today – the garage is starting to go up.