baggage's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Cramp in my ass My fear of flying has been replaced by a cramped ass and an annoyed bladder. Anticipating a nice view of the clouds, I specifically requested a window seat on both flights. From the window, I imagined puffs of moisture cruising by, a clear view of my coast to coast trip and, maybe, some natural light (I�m a huge fan of natural light). But, I forgot one thing. I didn�t anticipate my need to go to the restroom. The trip over to Washington was easier. I was seated next to some friendly musicians and felt comfortable asking them to move so I could make visit the restroom. I�m not so lucky on the way home, however. Although seated next to me is a nice enough fella, the dude in the aisle seems rude. Plus, he�s asleep. I hate to bother the dude if he�s asleep. And besides, I made it a point to make sure I was prepared for a long plane ride by keeping food intake to a minimum. So, here I am repeating my internal mantra: "You don�t need to pee. You don�t need to pee. You can do it. You can do it. You�re over Kansas City for Christ sakes." It�s funny what occupies the mind. 9:03 p.m. - 2004-02-13 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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