aeroplane palava

My ppl, It is yet another day, the 18th of october actually, and I am blogging from the great St Louis airport..I forget what the name of it is... Anyway, I just got off work about 3 hours ago, and I barely had time to rush home and freshen up before heading to the airport. Yes o, that is what I said. I am scheduled to be in Las Vegas in a couple of hours, but that is another tori.

The point of this here particular blog is to whine, for lack of a better word, about our small a** planes. I knew it wasn't going to be as big as a boeing 747 (insert names for bigger planes here...) or anything like that since it said it was an american conection flight ( someone pls explain the difference!). But I thought that it would at least have the 10 rows that are common with those type of planes. As soon as I boarded, I knew it was not going to be the smoothest of rides. Those pple knew what they were talking about when they said connection flight. I can almost swear that the whole plane was smaller than the regular molue that tranports pple around the Lagos area. Did I say almost? Well, scratch that! I meant most definitely. I could not stand straight while walking the aisle to find my seat. As a matter of fact, it felt like I was crawling ( I wonder who the rocket scientist was that came up with a plane size that small).

I finally found my seat and got myself ready for takeoff. Mind you, I walked all the way to the front of the damn thing and back before finding my seat. I guess in my subconsciousness, I was hoping for hidden cabins. Imagine my suprise when I realized there wasn't any. I have no idea why I deluded myself into thinking that I could take a nap for a couple of minutes ehn (I had just gotten off work and I hadn't slept at all). The takeoff was anything but smooth, it felt as though I was riding the vertical velocity at an amsement park and I was suspended in air for what seemed like ages. The whole 45minutes of it was absolutely terrifying ( and that is saying a lot seeing as how I usually love to fly).

Anyway, come landing time, and I could feel my gut running away from me. And I mean that almost literally. Does that make sense? I am not even sure anymore. When we finally disembarked, I almost kissed the ground. I can't believe that I will be going through this again in a couple of days. I am starting to think that maybe I should just drive.

OK, Now that I have whined a little( again insert better word here), I think I will go to starbucks and order myself a white chocolate mocha and a muffin to calm my nerves while i wait for my connecting flight to Vegas, where the world awaits. Till next time...