Sometimes you are dealt a funny hand. I’m on a plane as I write this, using my old, out-of-date laptop, which functions only as a portable word processor. It’s dark outside and there is turbulence. I’m sitting on a very large plane (the brochure to explain the safety of this craft labels it as a MD-11), near the middle bathroom.
I feel old hat at flying now; I’m jaded. Flying across the country? Bah. Give me something tough. Layovers, stopovers, shitty food and jet lag? I don’t even think jet lag exists. Not in 1, 2, 3 hour increments. I feel hardened. Like a real traveler. Underworld’s “Moaner” comes on my headphones. Giant 1970’s style stereo headphones. Headphones so heavy they make my ears hurt and my hair stand up at funny angles. I tap my foot, using the turbulence to make the flight better, not worse. The light that is keeping my keyboard lit is being blackened as my fingers dance over the keys which makes it difficult for me to type — I become distracted, lose my place.
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