Thoughts While Flying (to Bangkok)

I carry the St. Christopher (Saint of Travelling) a wooden ring (knock on wood) and some rubbing stones when I go flying. If I am supersticious enough to do this each time then why is it so difficult to believe in God? Isn’t it all a kind of faith? Like crossing yourself before getting on a plane?

I wear a special kind of ear plug for flying that helps with the pressure change. If ony people could hear what I hear when I chew my crunchy coated peanuts. I secretly looked around to see if anyone was looking at me as if to say “Could you keep it down!”.

Bad luck is eating the rancid peanut from a bag of peanuts last. What is your idea of bad luck?

I’m on a small plane. My legs are short and it’s a short flight so I can’t complain … except for the tray. The tray is down so I can enjoy a coffee, eat my bag of complimentary peanuts and now write this, but if I were any bigger (the space between the tray and my belling being only one inch right now!) there wouldn’t be any space to put the tray down. I’m not sure if the seat in front of me can recline any further but if it can I’m gonna get jabbed right in the gut!

I like shorter flights simply cause they’re shorter, but then they don’t have the duty-free shopping magazines and I love browsing them. It’s a great distraction when taking off and it’s like window shopping while 30,000 feet in the air. So for the shorter flights couldn’t they put something else to read other than the emergency procedures?