In Transit

Shooowheee! Just hopped off the nine hour flight into Amsterdam! (At the time I wrote this post...I'm in Ghana now)
And who doesn't love a great airplane story?!
For those of you who know me or have traveled with me...you know. I get sick. This flight was no different. Shortly after the captain turned on the seat belt sign for our final descent, I nudged the large German man who occupied the seat next to mine and also occupied quite the smell. He kindly got up to let me out.  It's always a treat to see how the flight attendant closest to the restroom reacts. "Miss, the seatbelt sign is on. I'm gonna need you to return to your seat." "I'm gonna be sick," I said calmly as I threw open the lavatory door with zero intention of returning to my seat. It's embarrassing! I've vom'd on the school bus before...having a crowd is not ideal. Having that tiny white bag leak on ya isn't ideal either...remember that time, mom? Ugh. So, I do my thang and by the time I was done, we were on the ground. I cleaned up and returned to my seat feeling how I'd imagine a local celebrity feels. All eyes on me. A flight attendant I hadn't seen all flight long approached me, "Can I do anything for you?" She seemed quite genuine in her concern. "Oh, I'm fiiiiine. It happens all the time." "What happens all the time?" "Uh, getting sick on planes, especially during landings." Her next string of sentences were in a more condescending tone, "Right, so next time that happens we need you to stay in your seat and we can bring you a big trash bag. Now I have to go tell the captain, so just remember that for next time." Why the captain needed to know, beats me. I nodded my head and just said "Sure." In my head, though, I was thinking, "The chances of me flying on a plane you serve ever again are slim to none. And even if I did, I'd still lock myself in the lavatory during the descent. It's a risk I will always be willing to take, for the benefit of the whole plane. I'm all about the greater good, don'tcha know. Landing is the most exciting part of a flight! It shouldn't be tainted with the smells, sounds, and sights of yours truly barfing her brains out." Once she walked away, my plane mates checked in on me. One woman even recommended a great prescription she got from her doctor. Not that I didn't take the anti-nausea prescription provided by my doctor, I totally did, but these things still happen. Such is life! I'm this much closer to Accra! Only another five hours until THAT flight takes off. It'd be cool to get out and see Amsterdam, but it's aweful cloudy and cold here....and I'm dressed for Ghana. I'm quite tired, so I'm gonna snack on some pretzels, peanuts, and banana (complimets of Delta) and NAP!