So coming back from Chicago I was on the plane to Seattle and I can’t believe how much turbulence there was. The Pilot warned us before we took off that there was going to be a little weather but a little was an understatement. I love to fly. I don’t want you to think I’m afraid of every little bump there is but I was nauseous there was so much turbulence. I’m still on the plane and now we’re experiencing normal turbulence but it’s a lot better now.
The pilot knew the weather was going to put us behind so he said he was going 900 mph with was as fast as the plane could go without falling apart. Did I want to hear that? Nope. However, he did say that he was the “A” team and I did feel confident even though I was still afraid. He did the best he could with all the information he was given. I mean who expects a 1500 mile storm to appear?
He was going fast to keep time and make it in early or perhaps he was trying to beat the storm. However, the storm beat us literally. We had to travel 700 miles out of the way and ended up in Canada to get away from the storm. I was holding onto my arm holder and I bumped into my neighbor. I’m hoping the rest of the flight goes well.
Since I’m in a bit of a negative mood here I want to complain about how packed in these seats are on this plane. My flight to Chicago, I had a little big of leg room. This flight, I have bumped the person in front of me 4 times. She’s probably extremely annoyed but she’s been kind enough to not even give me a dirty look. Thanks! I’m honestly not sure that I could have been that nice. Oh wait, she finally gave me a glare.
This last row on the plane does not fit. There is no room. I can not recline and I can barely fit my computer on the tray table. My tray table doesn’t even fit. I can’t wait to get home and I have at least another hour and 55 minutes left. Good grief, it’s like the flight that’s never going to end. But this isn’t my worst flight experience ever. I have a lot of flight stories for someone that doesn’t travel a lot.