My Bird of Prey

Walking across the threshold was my first awe inspired moment. My eyes darted back and forth while I wondered if I should take another step. Would I be thrown into oblivion as I entered this huge creature? "That's a large door," I said, as the captain and stewardesses greeted me with smiles. Actually, I was trying to see exactly where the door was. I never did find it...all I saw was a large opening that I was suppose to enter in at.

Everything seemed fine. No one was disappearing, or being cloaked in invisibility. This baby was HUGE! Did I miss something? Was this Air Force 1? And why have I been invited to experience such a ride on my mere $464?

I make my way to the assigned seat that had so much leg room, I really thought there had been a mistake of some sort. As I put my carry-on in the more than adequate over-head bin, I notice a TV screen...ON MY SEAT! Well, it wasn't actually ON my seat. It was on the back of the seat in front of me. Just like every seat on this monster. Well, what was I supposed to do with that? I certainly wasn't going to pay for watching anything. It was, however, a nice touch.

As the plane was preparing for take-off, the captain's voice came over the loud speaker welcoming us all and instructing us to watch the monitor in front of us for instructions in case of an untimely, and un-asked for, adventure into the sea or any mountainous range, we might find ourselves connecting with. Well, how nice. They fixed it where we couldn't say we didn't know what to do, in case of emergency, because of all the noise from other passengers that felt the need to talk loudly through-out the instructions. Niiiiccccceeee....

I peered out the window, from across three seats breadth (I had the isle seat), looking at the wing. On most flights, you can actually see the complete length of the wings. Not on this one. Holy Moly...exactly how long is that thing? How wide? I do believe that one wing was as big as most planes I ride between NC and OK.

Sitting over the small landscapes they call wings, I began to hear this horrific noise, as if someone were cutting the tail of the plane off with a gigantic electric can opener. It took me a while, but eventually I realized it was only the wheels of the plane being tucked away until needed for landing. Truly, had me concerned for a moment.

May I just say that bigger is not always better. As impressive as my ride was, it proved to be a bumpy  one, back to N.C. But I suppose it might have been worse in a smaller plane. It just seemed to have a lot of groans and moans...creaks and shudders. Glad I had plenty of leg room.

Hopefully, I won't have to experience many more frequent flights. But if I do...I'm going to see if my large Bird of Prey will pick me up again. With all it's groaning, it still was nicer than having to sit on someone's lap. Much better than having sneezes sneezed all over me. Nicer than stale air. And hugely better than having to squeeze my bag under my seat along with my purse, creating zero space for my weary feet.

Once I get my husband here for real, maybe we'll just all settle in here...in Mary's World.