Day 19: Pass the Klonopin, please.

My flight to Camp Mighty almost ended in bloodshed.

It all started with his Klonopin.  Because by all means, honey – one should never plan in advance for your medicinal needs. In fact, you should not only wait until the very last minute to take your anti-anxiety meds but also board the plane without any liquid to take them. Then you can ask your unsuspecting seat partner to ‘fetch you some wooohhtah’ with your posh Bri’ish ahhxent.

Hi, have we met? But suuuure, I’ll fetch you some wooohtah.

Then you demonstrated thoroughly the extent to which your hands were shaking as you took the medicine. Holding them up to my face and shouting, “LOOK, THEY’RE SHAKING! GOOD THING THESE DRUGS KICK IN QUICKLY!”? That was especially effective. People were looking at me uncomfortably.

Well, didn’t this escalate quickly?

You then proceeded to play with the buttons on the seats and mini-tv monitor in front of you, exclaiming loudly at every wondrous discovery. “OH LOOK, THE BUTTON FOR YOUR LIGHT TURNS MY LIGHT ON! I WONDER IF THAT’S A MECHANICAL MALFUNCTION?”

Ohmygod, can we please take off now so I can put in my earbuds? Or maybe you’ll just say ‘bomb’ on a plane and get kicked off. 

Next you borrowed my Sharpie pen to do Sudoku for approximately five minutes. Except when you accidentally wrote on your khakis with it, you yelled at me, “IS THIS PERMANENT MARKER?!?”

It’s a Sharpie PEN. Not a SHARPIE MARKER.

When we were airborne you asked me how long it will be before we are served any food or drink.  I assured you politely that it would not be long.

But then you delivered the death blow. You admitted that this was not the first time you’ve flown. It was just the first time you haven’t flown in First Class.

It all became clear. JesusFUCK, hurry up with the carts before I throat-punch him.

When the carts appeared you huffed out a relieved, “FINALLY.” Your relief ended when they rolled right past us and all the way to the front of the plane. You held in your frustration until the attendants had almost reached us, but not quite.  Oh no, not you.  You just had to wave furiously at the nearest flight attendant and demand to be helped NOW. “MISS? MISS! I HAVE HYPOGLYCEMIA AND I NEED FOOD RIGHT NOW!”  The flight attendant quickly became concerned and asked what she could bring you to eat. You spat out, “DO YOU HAVE ANY WINE?!”.

My jaw dropped. I quickly shut it and tucked my chin into my chest. Must. Not. Show. Emotion.

“I WANT WHITE WINE. HOW BIG ARE THE SERVINGS? OH, THEY’RE LITTLE BOTTLES. GIVE ME TWO OF THEM.” I couldn’t help it… I looked up at the flight attendant and she replied to you with raised eyebrows and dripping sarcasm, “Well, that will certainly help with your sugar levels.” She looked at me then and my lips twitched, but I quickly regained composure. She rang up your two bottles of white wine and two turkey sandwiches, for a grand total of close to thirty bucks.  She slid me a look that said “poor you” as she returned to her previous position.

Bless your heart. You talked to me, at me, or in my general direction for the duration of the flight – and despite the fact that I was obviously reading and very much wearing earbuds and even ignoring you on a few occasions. But you were persistent.  You weren’t even phased when time and again I removed an earbud and said, “I’m sorry, what? I didn’t hear you because I have my earbuds in while I’m trying to read.”

Sarcasm. It’s lost on you.

I loved it when you asked me if I knew where Riverside, California was in relation to L.A. When I didn’t, you replied, “Oh, I thought you’d know since you’re American.”

This just keeps getting better.

I knew the novelty would fade quickly and watched as you became increasingly cranky with crampy legs and a sore ass. You asked when the next time I’ll be getting up to use the facilities would be. I replied that I could move at any time to let you out – to just let me know. You said okay. Earbuds went back in.  3 minutes later, you leaned in again – earbuds back out. “Can you…” *points to aisle*.  SURE.  I jumped up quickly to let you out, just so I could have 5 minutes to meditate my blood pressure back down to normal levels. Then when you returned, you achingly lowered yourself into your seat, falling the last foot or so and hitting your ass directly on the armrest.

“ARRGGHHHOOWWW”, you screamed.

The passengers looked at me like I’d clubbed you.  I wish I had.

I decided to try closing my eyes (with earbuds in) and pretending to be asleep. Yet you still made yourself impossible to ignore by leaning into me and continuing to close-talk until I opened my eyes, removed an earbud and feigned not even an ounce of Igiveashit.

At that point, I’d had it. I am usually a kind person, forever willing to give the benefit of the doubt to even a hardened criminal. I hate confrontation and have a hard time being deliberately mean. But you? You were on my last damn nerve. How I managed to not cause you bodily harm, I do not know. But I am quite pleased with myself for not winding up in the evening news headlines: “CAMP MIGHTY ATTENDEE ARRESTED FOR ASSAULTING ANXIOUS HYPOGLYCEMIC BRIT WITH A SHARPIE PEN”.

A small piece of advice to the veteran first class fliers out there: PLEASE do not choose a nonstop cross-country flight to be your virgin voyage into the world of coach.  And know that if you do decide to slum it with the rest of us, you should be prepared to have your divalicious ways mocked mercilessly on the internet. With turtle gifs.

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Day 19: Pass the Klonopin, please.

61 Responses

  1. OMG. I’m sorry you had to endure this, but, hilarious.

    Mindy November 19, 2012 at 6:10 pm #
    • The sad thing? I left out another handful of examples! If the weekend was about challenging myself, then this definitely applies!

      50peach November 19, 2012 at 9:03 pm #
  2. I once flew with someone who was so afraid she clawed my arm. I gave her three Dramanine and she passed out. I might have overdosed her… Oh well…

    iasoupmama November 19, 2012 at 6:56 pm #
    • If you did, no one would blame you. Keep the claws sheathed, people!!!

      50peach November 19, 2012 at 9:04 pm #
  3. OMG say you’re exaggerating! What a friggin’ nightmare. I hope you bent the Paleo rules and had a stiff drink when you got home!

    Stacie @ Snaps and Bits November 19, 2012 at 7:44 pm #
    • Oh yes. There was wine that evening. And a chocolate maple bacon cupcake. BAM.

      50peach November 19, 2012 at 9:06 pm #
      • Wait, WHAT?! Chocolate/Maple/Bacon?? You better believe you just grabbed my attention. Oh, girl. This story is crazy funny. So sorry it happened to you. So glad it didn’t happen to me. xo

        melisalunt November 21, 2012 at 1:12 pm #
        • Hahaha, yes, that’s the cupcake pic I tweeted at you on Thursday! Ridiculous.

          50peach November 22, 2012 at 8:00 am #
  4. Oh boy! What a freakishly weird nightmare of a flight. People! Some just don’t get it! However, you got giggles out of me at your misfortune.

    Gina November 20, 2012 at 3:29 pm #
    • I aim to please! 😉

      50peach November 20, 2012 at 10:59 pm #
  5. This is soo funny. I am so lucky that I have a travelling pal which reduces the likeliness of this happening. But I used to travel alone and there was always that moment, when everyone is sitting down and you wonder who you are going to get next to you. Usually earphones work, it’s a testament to this guys need to talk that they didn’t. Better luck next time!

    Leslie November 20, 2012 at 4:40 pm #
    • I need a travel pal, as long as its ok if it’s an attack dog for situations like this!

      50peach November 20, 2012 at 11:01 pm #
  6. This sounds horrible, but holy crap does it make for a funny story! Haha “I loved it when you asked me if I knew where Riverside, California was in relation to L.A. When I didn’t, you replied, ‘Oh, I thought you’d know since you’re American.'” That killed me. You’re American so you better know every American city and it’s relation to other cities, ok?? haha

    Ashley Austrew November 20, 2012 at 4:53 pm #
    • Ohhh you best believe I had a snarky comeback for him on that. I think it was along the lines of… Ummm, not if you don’t LIVE THERE.

      50peach November 20, 2012 at 11:03 pm #
  7. This is a scene from SNL. I know it. STEALER. You win YW this week. I say so. This was awesome. I could picture this passenger. I saw you, too. Let’s sit together next time we fly, mmmk? We’ll have fun. I’ll even let you read a little.

    shannon November 20, 2012 at 6:59 pm #
    • Bahahaha… you’re so kind to me. :) xox

      50peach November 20, 2012 at 10:18 pm #
  8. Seriously, what the hell is wrong with people? You are amazing for not flipping out on him. Great post. Sorry you had the situation though!

    Michelle Longo November 20, 2012 at 7:51 pm #
    • Laughable now. Notsomuch then. Glad HE survived. 😉

      50peach November 20, 2012 at 9:40 pm #
  9. Seriously, what the hell is wrong with people? You are amazing for not flipping out on him. Great post. Sorry you had the situation though!

    Michelle Longo November 20, 2012 at 7:51 pm #
  10. I would say I”m sorry this happened to you, but it makes for quite an entertaining story. Glad you survived!

    Mamarific November 20, 2012 at 9:07 pm #
    • It was truly one of those… ‘Ok, where’s the hidden camera?’ times. Jeeeeez.

      50peach November 20, 2012 at 9:35 pm #
  11. Ugh, awful!! I hate being bothered when I’m on a plane. I just want to read and possibly sleep, not talk to strangers. Once in a blue moon, I’ll luck out and the stranger is someone really interesting and we chat for a bit. But I almost always have weirdos as seat mates. I’ve never had one so persistant that they would keep bothering me when I feigned sleep, though! What a pain!

    kianwi November 20, 2012 at 10:30 pm #
    • He was certainly…. Special. Ugh.

      50peach November 20, 2012 at 11:06 pm #
  12. Ugh, awful!! I hate being bothered when I’m on a plane. I just want to read and possibly sleep, not talk to strangers. Once in a blue moon, I’ll luck out and the stranger is someone really interesting and we chat for a bit. But I almost always have weirdos as seat mates. I’ve never had one so persistant that they would keep bothering me when I feigned sleep, though! What a pain!

    kianwi November 20, 2012 at 10:30 pm #
    • He was certainly…. Special. Ugh.

      50peach November 20, 2012 at 11:06 pm #
  13. BWAH, HA, HA, HA!! I am DYING laughing! This is a GREAT story!! I loved it!

    The Dose of Reality (@ashleytaylor76) November 20, 2012 at 10:38 pm #
  14. Yikes, I am flying from Boston to San Francisco on Friday. Please dear God, don’t let me sit next to someone like that…

    wcdameron November 21, 2012 at 10:21 am #
    • not to worry, I think I got all the bad juju. 😉

      50peach November 21, 2012 at 11:18 am #
  15. Excuse me, but this is so fantastic. THis flight sounds horrendous, but great blog fodder.

    outlawmama November 21, 2012 at 10:22 am #
    • kinda like my dating stories… awful experience, great writing material!!

      50peach November 21, 2012 at 11:20 am #
  16. Excuse me, but this is so fantastic. THis flight sounds horrendous, but great blog fodder.

    outlawmama November 21, 2012 at 10:22 am #
  17. Oh my god! I loved this! I’m sure it was terrible in the moment, but holy shit — did it make a fucking hilarious story here. This is great! I love the turtle too. You had me laughing out loud!

    Angela Ryan November 21, 2012 at 10:44 am #
    • That turtle gif… I DIE. 😀

      50peach November 21, 2012 at 11:19 am #
      • YES, turtle-falling-over… can’t think of any better use for such a bizarre clip! SO FUNNY – all of it. (Though I wouldn’t have been laughing at the time, had I been in your seat.)

        dilovely November 21, 2012 at 2:48 pm #
      • Thanks for reading! I love me a good gif!

        50peach November 21, 2012 at 3:05 pm #
  18. That little turtle show is genius. This whole post was hysterical, partly because I thought you were talking about your significant other at first. I especially liked the part about you not knowing where Riverside, California was, because this has happened to me several times…but from Americans who think Canada is the size of a peanut and we Canadians must all know each other. As in, “I know a guy named Mike from Canada! Do you know him?” Sure, I can think of about 20 Canadian Mikes right off the top of my head. “He lives in Vancouver.” Oh, a city of 2.3 million that’s on the other side of the country from where I live – I saw him just the other day. LOL!!

    Azara November 21, 2012 at 11:16 pm #
    • Hahahaha, me? Significant other?

      And oh, you silly Americans. I apologize for our ignorance. :-)

      50peach November 22, 2012 at 7:56 am #
  19. That little turtle show is genius. This whole post was hysterical, partly because I thought you were talking about your significant other at first. I especially liked the part about you not knowing where Riverside, California was, because this has happened to me several times…but from Americans who think Canada is the size of a peanut and we Canadians must all know each other. As in, “I know a guy named Mike from Canada! Do you know him?” Sure, I can think of about 20 Canadian Mikes right off the top of my head. “He lives in Vancouver.” Oh, a city of 2.3 million that’s on the other side of the country from where I live – I saw him just the other day. LOL!!

    Azara November 21, 2012 at 11:16 pm #
  20. I loved reading this. Airport situations make for great travel blogs.

    Amber November 22, 2012 at 12:36 pm #
  21. I loved reading this. Airport situations make for great travel blogs.

    Amber November 22, 2012 at 12:36 pm #
  22. That was the longest flight ever! Glad you survived without making headlines.

    Ginny Marie November 22, 2012 at 1:30 pm #
  23. Oh. My. God. I’m so sorry you had to go through that but this was a hilarious read. And you totally should have clubbed that guy. It would have been a public service.

    Larks November 22, 2012 at 5:05 pm #
    • Probably goes down as worst seat companion EVAR. eeesh.

      50peach November 24, 2012 at 12:20 am #
  24. Oh. My. God. I’m so sorry you had to go through that but this was a hilarious read. And you totally should have clubbed that guy. It would have been a public service.

    Larks November 22, 2012 at 5:05 pm #
    • Probably goes down as worst seat companion EVAR. eeesh.

      50peach November 24, 2012 at 12:20 am #
  25. Deary ME.

    Hysterical though.

    Very impressed by your restraint.

    Solnushka November 22, 2012 at 5:24 pm #
  26. Deary ME.

    Hysterical though.

    Very impressed by your restraint.

    Solnushka November 22, 2012 at 5:24 pm #
  27. Jesus H. Christ….miserable at the time but what a fantastic story! You’re a trooper, Peach.

    MyJRNY November 22, 2012 at 5:38 pm #
    • Thank you for joining me in the Jesus usage. Surprised no one smacked my hand for saying jesusFUCK. :)

      50peach November 24, 2012 at 12:19 am #
  28. Thank you for joining me in the Jesus usage. Surprised no one smacked my hand for saying jesusFUCK. :)

    50peach November 24, 2012 at 12:19 am #

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