Have you ever been on something I like to call "The Flight from Hell" ?
You probably are already daunting the thought of it...and at the same time quite curious as to what I described as such.
The Flight from Hell is what I took recently on the way back from London. It's an airplane full of families coming home with kids under 10 years of age and with parents so ecstatic they are going home that they forgot that the plane is not their private jet and that the little creatures they brought with them are not cherubim angel.
If you tried to compare the noise level on that plane it would have matched one of the loudest clubbing venues in the world. An earphone headset with full volume could not cover the squeaks of the lovely pair of throats that were seated behind me.
I tried to keep my rational thoughts flowing..after all I do like kids (some) but..but... Do YKWIH?
I hate parents, impolite, careless, carefree, rude parents who no matter how many subtle hints you throw them that they need to keep control of their descendants.
If it had not been for the lovely flight attendant who managed with a smile to dissuade me from proceeding with my plan, I would have relocated all the little surround sound noise generators into the Overhead Luggage Compartments.
I am sure more than one of the passengers on that plane would have asked I would be decorated as a "going home" hero.
You probably are already daunting the thought of it...and at the same time quite curious as to what I described as such.
The Flight from Hell is what I took recently on the way back from London. It's an airplane full of families coming home with kids under 10 years of age and with parents so ecstatic they are going home that they forgot that the plane is not their private jet and that the little creatures they brought with them are not cherubim angel.
If you tried to compare the noise level on that plane it would have matched one of the loudest clubbing venues in the world. An earphone headset with full volume could not cover the squeaks of the lovely pair of throats that were seated behind me.
I tried to keep my rational thoughts flowing..after all I do like kids (some) but..but... Do YKWIH?
I hate parents, impolite, careless, carefree, rude parents who no matter how many subtle hints you throw them that they need to keep control of their descendants.
If it had not been for the lovely flight attendant who managed with a smile to dissuade me from proceeding with my plan, I would have relocated all the little surround sound noise generators into the Overhead Luggage Compartments.
I am sure more than one of the passengers on that plane would have asked I would be decorated as a "going home" hero.
