So arrived today uneventfully in Copenhagen. The red-eye flight had to be one of the longest of my life. Restless legs, little legroom, and little sleep between being woken up by the two infants sitting to my left and the older lady to my right contributed to the misery.
Interestingly enough, I learned more about this lady and her tumultuous relationship in the first 20 minutes of the flight then I have ever hoped to learn about a stranger. A woman of perhaps her late 50s-early 60s…..it was hard to tell over the “mutton dressed up as lamb” dye job and hair cut, and the overabundance of makeup and perfume, told me she was going to visit a “lover” in Sweden. Who blurts that out? But to her credit, she must still be getting her kicks without reservation.
Another thing about red-eye flights…why does the food have to be so gross? The chicken in the dinner meal, as my father would put it, “was what was left in the gears” after they grinded up the chicken. I literally picked bone out of it. I would have been happier to get slim-fast bars; but as I’ve learned before, beggars certainly cannot be choosers.
Wow….this really became a rant. Is this really blogging? I’ll be cheery talking about my host family when I meet them….I promise!