We’ve all been there. Standing barefoot on a questionably germ-laden surface, all of our valuables laid out and publicly displayed in bins, and feeling heavily weighed down by a carry-on and an exhausting day. It’s no surprise that we give and receive more grumpy looks then smiles at airports.
I sometimes wonder what ever happened to the glamor of flying and imagine what it must have been like in the early days of Pan Am. The universe must have heard my mental questioning and decided to teach me a lesson.
During a recent home bound flight to Orlando, I was experiencing the same type of scenario described above. Only, when I finally stowed away my bag and settled into my seat, we were delayed an extra hour due to some misfiled paperwork.
Now, an extra hour doesn’t seem like a long time, relatively speaking. But this was my last connection home after spending 20 hours en route from Hong Kong to Orlando, with 16 of those hours already in the air. I was exhausted and desperate for a shower.
On top of that, it was Valentine’s Day and I was really looking forward to a relaxing dinner out with my husband. Though, the later it got, the more likely it seemed I’d just be crawling into bed by the time I got home.
As you can imagine, flights to Orlando from any destination within the US are packed full of children excitedly on their way to Walt Disney World. My patience was thinner then paper and I’m ashamed to confess that as a little one sat down behind me, my first thought was, “is she going to kick my seat and slam the tray table the whole time?”
But then it happened. The magic. We started to back away from the gate. The wee one said,
“Are we going up yet mommy?
“No, no. Not yet,” confirmed the mom.
We taxied toward the run way. With a great big gasp,
“We’re moving! We’re moving! How about now?”
“No, you’ll feeeeel it. The jets will kick on,” assured the mother.
As the plane finally roared down the runway, I hear …
Followed by giggles and clapping again and again. I don’t know if I was touched, or just tired, but it made me tear up.
I had just listened in on a little human’s first flight. I’ve been up in the air so much that it was nice to be reminded, that despite the discomfortsand cramped quarters, it is a pretty magical ride.