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| Suspect is hatless |
I noticed I'd left the hat just after checking in my bag.
This minor setback was dwarfed when we sat sipping ciders in the departure lounge at Glasgow Airport. You see everyone else had two boarding passes, one for the flight to London and another for the flight to Phoenix. I only had one.
Uh-oh...
Two BA attendants helped me at the terminal and gave me the good news/bad news routine. One was trying her best to get my bag saved from Heathrow Airport limbo, while the other frowned and huffed. Luckily we did get it sorted and were assured my bag would meet up with me in Phoenix.
I used to hate flying. I was scared the engines would combust, the wings would fall off, or the cockpit staff would all contract food poisoning from the in-flight meal and I'd need to land the plane on a pink wafer as the airport had exploded.
Not anymore.
Down to London was fine, real elementary stuff.
From London to Phoenix was a ten hour flight. Which was delayed because some people weren't happy with their seats. Which was uncomfortable because the woman in front of me insisted on spending the entire journey with her seat fully reclined. Which saw me seated at the window next to two strangers.
In Glesga parlance I am a greetin face b******. I didn't enjoy the flight. I felt as comfortable as Fantastic Mr Fox at a bloodhound appreciation society banquet. Where fox stew was the main course.
It had me wondering, could I ever make the trip over the big pond again? I thought, maybe I'll just never come back, I couldn't do the flight again. Unless I could manage First Class. Anyone who wants to send a donation so I can afford that, comment at the bottom.
Really, I am known as a moaning sod.
But I'm not really like that. I just don't like enclosed, hot spaces and people with no consideration for others.
The funny thing is, that was a long time ago (I've lived about 72 hours in two days) and I'm in a cracking mood at the moment, but I wanted to start this story at the beginning, me being a stickler for convention.
Right now I'm tired and my brain is like a dry sponge, rough and useless, I'm at the end of the first day - and I've had a great time so far. Tomorrow we're heading up to a place called Flagstaff and the Grand Canyon the day after that. When I get back from there, all the good times and banter will be relayed, and you'll see I can be a happy sort.
Hope you read on then...
Like my wet swimshorts - I'm out.
p.s. Have to share this word of warning. Warner Bros. have been misleading us for years - I saw a real roadrunner today and they're the height of a wine bottle. Definitely not the size of a coyote.
