1st October 2024
“We’ll be in the air for thirty one minutes for this flight into Chicago O’hare” the pilot announced, what he didn’t say was that there was another fifteen on the ground. It was like we were on the highway, we were overtaken by a couple of trucks and a dozen cars. Eventually we disembarked, at the end of an interesting journey. The flight attendant did not want to be there, it was showing on her face, she would have been happier on the cotton fields of the south.
I guess this was part of the inclusion policy by American Airlines to bring in anyone who isn’t really qualified to do the job as long as they belong to the Diversity, equity and inclusion culture. I have no problem with that as long as the pilot of my aircraft has been trained, and not used to driving an Uber taxi.
Why do people choose a window seat, then immediately shut the blind? That is one of my pet hates.
The guy next to me wasn’t used to sitting in a seat with a back, because he spent the whole flight leaning forward, so I couldn’t look out the window. Also when reading messages on his phone, he was mouthing the words, all this and I hadn’t even got to Chicago yet.
O’Hare airport is a hive of weirdness, there are a few who still wear masks to match their luggage, the rest are just loud.
I had a chicken sandwich served by a Rasta man, he didn’t look happy, he slinked about like a puma stalking his prey, although he was quick.
There was a few loose ends to finish before we left for the airport, including getting pictures of the coffee table, work doesn’t stop even though I’m going away, it all down to Kelli now.
Another Lifetime to go 