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Monday, March 13, 2006

Plain Plane.

So, I went somewhere this weekend. Somewhere absolutely fantastic. The minute I arrived I loved it. I couldn't get enough of the city, the food, the everything. Of course I was in a different time zone and didn't do anything at night because of the long ass day I had, but when I woke up in the morning to walk along the water I swear I almost got a little misty. Everything was just so much prettier than the Detrois. Even the hotel I stayed at. Wow! Total hipster hostel. Eames chairs. Painted brick walls. Screen printed art on the walls. The bathroom sink was something from an airplane. And on the nightstand- a kama sutra book with condoms inside (condoms were free- kama sutra book was $12). Even the free breakfast was perfect with granola, yogurt, freshly sqeezed orange juice and soy milk. I was literally in heaven. I forgot a camera, so I immediately bought a disposible one and captured everything because I knew I'd forgot all these little things that made this place so memorable.

And then there was the plane situation.

I don't mind planes. I actually kind of like flying. The feeling of taking off (although landing always seems more fun to me for some reason)...

But, this stupid wench next to me basically drove me crazy. I had many things to distract me. Magazines, Shopgirl, my ipod/all podcasts from channel101.com, knitting and the amazing view from the plane.

YET the stupid wench wouldn't stop sniffling. For about an hour all I heard was the deep inhalation (is that a word?) of her nasal congestion. It was nauesating. She was wiping her nose on her clothes. And she just wouldn't stop.

Steve did this once, and it got to the point where I banged the tissue box in front of him and said, "USE THIS NOW OR I WILL RIP OFF THAT DRIPPING NOSE OF YOURS!!!"

So, with these cool new tissues (that I also stole at the hotel) in my bag, I reached in to grab two. One for me pretending to blow my nose, so I could use the other as a friendly offer to the stupid wench. I asked her, "Would you like a tissue?" And you can only guess what she said, "Oh no. I'm fine. Thanks."

WHAT! NO, YOU'RE NOT FINE YOU FUCKING DRIPPING MESS! I HATE YOU AND NOW I'LL BE SICK BECAUSE OF YOU AND YOU CAN'T EVEN TAKE THIS ONE CLEAN TISSUE TO WIPE YOUR FUCKING UGLY NOSE! I HOPE YOU DIE!!!

And then I just looked outside again, with my knitting and my ipod and I just breathed. Hoping I'd have a chance to go back to where I just came from.

P.S. I have the beginnings of a cold.

3 Comments:

Blogger Mayarn said...

Steve can't really blow his nose. I mean physically can't. I don't understand it, but yes, gross.

1:58 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

This has not been true for years. I've figured out how to blow my nose just fine, thank you. I don't know why you don't know this, since I do it nearly every night after washing my face. (that hot water really loosens up the snot, you know?)

It is true that I didn't blow my nose for years on the advice of a doctor, since I have thin mucous membranes and am prone to nose bleeds.

There. Too Much Info for you.

9:10 AM  
Blogger Barrie said...

i introduce you to my roommate, steve. he talks about mucus and other things, a lot...

3:56 PM  

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