Up, up and away...
*chews on some bubble-gum nervously, looks around at the plane, the passengers and the crew in the cabin*
Planes. I get nervous on planes. Which is why I usually suggest busses, but this time.. the Chicks decide, not me. Natalie likes planes.. and they all love first class. For some reason I feel much more comfortable in economy.
*shuffles my feet together, looks up at the personal little TV monitor in front of me as it plays a movie*
The Charlie's Angels sequel. I wanted to see this on the big screen and here I am watching it on this small, teeny, tiny screen. And the remotes won't work so I'm stuck on this channell.
*sighs sadly, picks up a little tissue lying on my lap, spits the gum out of my mouth and into it so nobody else sees, puts the gum in a waste bin located right beside my seat*
One more hour to Texas. Relax. One more hour.
*hears the old man seated next to me speak up at me, telling me to be quiet as he is trying to get some sleep, I make a guilty face and whisper just loud enough for him to hear*
Oops! I'm sorry!
*he shakes his head and goes back to his nap, I look out the window next to me as the ending credits roll by on the monitor*
Why couldn't we stay in New York?
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