Fly Baboo
(Part 2)
As we arrived to the plane, I quickly realized that we were on a, lets say, “Recycled plane”. At first sight, you could begin to see my fear. Another woman ahead of me saw my face. I could see that we were both feeling the same way about the plane. When we got closer and began to walk onto the plane, I noticed two pieces of duck tape. Yes, that lovely silver tape that all men think can fix anything. There were two-piece on the body of the plane near the wings. I held tight to my locket that my mom gave me and prayed that one; it wasn’t where we were sitting and two, which we would land on the ground safely.
Fly Baboo
After getting on the plane and realizing that the seats were made in the 70’s with their tan vinyl sealed with tape, we sat down right next to the wings. One propeller turned on and the other one had a bit of difficulty so we had to wait a bit. As the lovely stewardess (the same person who gave us our tickets at the entrance to the airport and the same person who took our ticket before we got on the bus to drive to the plane) began to explain what to do incase of an emergency, Matt thought that it would be the perfect time to say how lovely it will be to fly over the jagged mountains. I then quickly noticed that the stewardess left out how to use to oxygen masks…. BECAUSE THERE WEREN’T!!!!!!!!!!!!!! At this point, the tears began to poor down my face and they just kept going. Matt started to burst into laughter thinking that these were fake “Jeni” tears. They were not. I held his had for most of the flight and didn’t stop crying until the food started to arrive.
The rest of the flight was fine and we were delighted to find a man waiting for us when we got off the plane
Jeni, That was so well written. I hope you have written other things in a journal
Wow that was unusual. I just wrote an really long comment but after I clicked submit my comment didn’t show up. Grrrr… well I’m not writing all that over again. Anyways, just wanted to say superb blog!