Hamradioguy
Pyrrhonist
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- Feb 6, 2005
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So after a neat-but long-day baking under the Death Valley sun, I get to the airport in plenty of time for a "red-eye" special leaving at 10:30 PM and arriving 6:30AM at JFK. That's actually a five hour flight with the time changes and all, but I still figured a few hours of sleep. Not to be: I had one of those "Seatmate From Hell" experiences- A 50ish lady who does something at one of the uptown casinos and who never stopped talking the entire flight. I don't have a clue what she had been smoking, injecting, snorting, ingesting, but she never stopped talking (or fidgeting) for a single minute throughout the flight: "Yak, yak, yak". Fidget, fidget, "Hey, wake up, she's offering you some water", fidget, fidget, "Hey, these headphones don't work so good", "Hey, ya wanna some coffee? She's offering you some coffee here", fuss, fidget, fuss, wiggle, wiggle.
Man, talk about being wired. I finally got home around 1PM and crashed for about three hours. Now for some much need food, and hopefully a decent night's sleep.
Man, talk about being wired. I finally got home around 1PM and crashed for about three hours. Now for some much need food, and hopefully a decent night's sleep.
