E and I arrived home yesterday and we were both super happy to see N after being separated for about a week. I guess that after our horrid flight to Seattle where we sat on the tarmac for an hour (half an hour at both ends!) I was due for a dose of good flight karma because yesterday E fell asleep on my lap as soon as we took off and he didn’t wake up until the landing gear hit the ground. It was amazing because E never sleeps when someone’s holding him.
The only unpleasant part of the flight were the grumpy old people sitting behind me that started loudly complaining about having to sit behind a baby as soon E and I sat down. Things like, “Oh great, we have to sit by a screaming baby” (E was not screaming) and “this is going to be miserable” were said repeatedly AND loudly. Did they not think that I would be doing everything in my power to keep E quiet? I didn’t want to bother anyone. I was stressed out as it was. Sitting in front of them was already making me ten times more nervous than I would be otherwise because they were chomping at the bit to be critical. And the flight hadn’t even started yet!
My sister Jan was actually on the same flight but we had been unable to get seats together. But I was able to switch seats with someone and sit next to her. I normally never do this sort of thing, but as I was changing seats I looked the old people in the eye and said, “Don’t worry, we’re moving so we won’t be inconveniencing you.” They looked a little stunned for a second (maybe they didn’t realize how loudly they had been speaking?) but then they started congratulating themselves on their good fortune–while I was still standing right there. Argh!
Okay, now that I’ve vented about the mean old people I’m ready to move on. *Exhale* All and all, it was a wonderful trip. Besides spending time with family my favorite part of the trip was the food–the food was GLORIOUS.
Photos and details tomorrow!
Wow! I have sat near plenty of rude people but nothing quite matches up to that story. It kind of makes you wish Logan's Run were real, huh?
Ha ha, they were probably surprised you acknowledged their rudeness. Good for you! Not sure why people feel justified in being punks…
What?! You have terrible luck with your fellow travelers! Your stories are always so horrifying. I'm glad you told them off. I always want to tell rude old people, "Luckily YOU were never a child!" when they complain about my kids.