Tom and I were sitting at the airport waiting for our flight. I couldn’t believe we were actually going back to New York. I’m not a big fan of flying. It’s the take off and landing that gets me. Also I’m not too fond of the idea of the plane being up in the air. I can’t believe the airlines charge you to check your bag ($15.00 for the 1st bag and $25.00 for the second). Seriously. You now have to pay for the possibility of your luggage being lost and tossed about like a ball. Isn’t that special.
Our seats were in the first row right behind 1st class. I don’t think I ever sat that close to 1st class before. It was a long flight to New York from Dallas and Tom fell asleep for most of it. I entertained myself by reading and observing.
I noticed that before I got something to drink, people in 1st class were served a nice drink (in a real glass) and some lovely mixed nuts (served in a pretty glass bowl). Then the rest of the plane was told they will be serving drinks and they had snacks for purchase – a can of Pringles ($3.00) or a cheese tray ($4.00). The lady next to me bought the so-called cheese tray. It had one piece of cheese – yep, one piece, crackers and raisins. I don’t know about you, but you would think a cheese tray would have more than one piece of cheese. By the time we got our drinks, 1st class was being served warm towels to clean their little hands between courses. I started to smell food – hot food. It was served on real plates with cloth napkins and silverware. I’m not bitter, just observant.
I started getting bored while Tom slept and started making up stories in my head about the passengers in 1st class.
There was the business man who was going on yet another trip, leaving his lonely wife behind. They had a fight before he left. He had a hard concentrating on his paperwork because of it. He’s hoping to make it up her by taking her on a vacation to St. Bart’s.
Then there was the publisher, reading yet another novel that has him sleeping before he finished the first paragraph. Little did he know that if only turned around, behind him was a budding not so young author that would had exactly what he was looking for. If only he wasn’t stuck in 1st class…
When we landed the first thing we did was find a pizzeria. Ah, that first bite was like pizza heaven. The crunch of the thin crust was like music to my ears. The cheese was stretchy. The slice large enough to fold…yes, I was going to enjoy this trip.
© Nadine Zawacki 2009