ENTRY TWENTYONE
Still in transit, I boarded my plane in LA last night at 4pm Australian time, landed in Sydney at 7am and got through customs and to Central station just in time to miss my train home by 5 minutes, so I’m sat here near an elderly woman and a Japanese man waiting 46 more minutes to board the 3 hour train home.
I’ve added up the hours, and from the time I checked in to my Flight in Vancouver, to when I hop off the train in Newcastle, I would’ve travelled for about 28 hours, but it seems like twice that.
Traveling alone always seems longer, as you’ve got no-one to distract you.
Instead you look at the clock counting down on the terminal, on the plane and in the train station, ensuring the pot never boils.
The couple that sat behind me on the plane kept me entertained for a while when we were sat in LAX waiting for one late passenger.
After raising their voices and announcing we should just take off, which strangely had no effect on the pilots decision to remain waiting where we were, the girl went into detail about what movies she was going to watch and why.
When her boyfriend wasn’t as interested as she wanted him to be, (or as interested as I was on how this would turn out) she threw a tantrum and exclaimed she didn’t know how she’d get through the next 14 hours with him.
I wanted to suggest watching one of the movies she’d just talked about, but felt it wiser to stay quiet.
Is it a requirement that males applying to be flight attendants need to be gay?
Or does the lifestyle of the work tend to make them a little campy?
I’m not having a go or being stereotypical, but in the last 6 weeks I’ve flown quite alot, and not one bloke I met as an attendant didn’t seem feminine in one way or another.
I wonder if being on an airplane or hours on end surrounded by only female work colleagues has an impact on the guys.
Do they do it so the girls will include them in the conversations during breaks?
There’s nothing worse than being in a tiny lunchroom with workmates and being left out of the conversation.
Actually, maybe being in there with just one other person is worse.
Neither of you want to attempt small-talk, so instead you pretend to be texting or really interested in the cover article of any magazine that’s nearby.
And if one person farts, you know exactly who it was.
