getting real. sorta.


how many planes?
September 22, 2010, 9:03 pm
Filed under: the resident of crazytown

AND SO MY JOURNEY officially begins. Actually, it officially began with my 12-minute and 30-dollar cab ride to the airport. I have probably the world’s tiniest piece of luggage to join me on this trip. We’ll call him Ed, a suitably tiny name for a tiny suitcase. A tiny suitcase filled halfway with shoes. Which really isn’t all by choice. It’s not my fault my feet are big. My shoes take up more room simply because they’re mine. Not to mention the fact that I have to be prepared for various types of social and business events the next couple weeks. In fact there was simply not enough room for all of them so I had to attach some to the outside of Ed as well.

But this post isn’t about how many shoes I brought. It’s about how many planes I’m bringing them on. This first one is tiny as far as planes go. In fact it’s so small Ed wasn’t able to fit in the overhead compartments. At least that’s what they told me, however, I don’t think they realize my ability to cram more stuff into tiny space. I AM a designer for newspapers after all…

And in seat 10A I am only a couple rows from the back. And I’m pretty sure there’s some sort of height limit for flight attendants on board as anyone taller than 6’0 has to duck down the length of the aisle. Which could explain the very short flight attnedant who greeted me aboard this aircraft.

Perhaps his name is Ed, too.

By the numbers:
Cabs: 1
Planes: 1
Battery life: 25%
Hours of travel (inclu wait time): 2.5
Snacks: 0
Carry-on bags over the allowed amount without people stopping me: 3
Times told to turn off phone: 3
Times phone got turned off: 0