Skinny Girls Rule
Buying my ticket at the last minute gave me the pleasure of the scenic route to Oahu, or rather I got to hang out in the Maui airport for 2 hours. I get comfy & pull out my MacBook, only to find wifi is pay by the hour. Thank god for 3g & a near by outlet. As I’m fumbling around with all my expensive belongings, an attendant comes over announcing anyone on my flight could jump on an earlier one right now. Score!
I was told to rush over to the last terminal as the plane was departing shortly. I arrive and the whole ticket area is roped off with quarantine signs. They were friendly looking, large cut outs of a waist high person holding a little stop sign with quarantine written on it, but nobody else was boarding, just me and well, it was weird that they said quaratine. I started to think maybe signing up online to volunteer for the Dharma Initiative (mom - don't click that link, I don't think you are far enough yet) might not have been such a hot idea before moving to Hawaii.
Continued...
My seat assignment was lucky 13 & I scan ahead to check out my seat buddy. It was a fairly over weight young lady. Probably in the range of should have bought a second ticket chubby. I squeeze by her & plop down, when she immediately says something self defeating like, “I bet you’re sorry you have to sit next to the Fat Girl.”
Great, now it’s going to be awkward for me! I mumble something about how I don’t care & I seriously don’t, but you could tell that she wasn't going to believe me. Oy. Time to get out my book. But, just then the flight attendant taps me on the should & asked if I would like a row all by myself. The whole row for me & out of all the people on the plane, because I was near the slightly chubby girl I got honorary treatment.
As I got up I heard a “Lucky you, you really didn’t have to sit next to the Fat Girl.” & the attendant shot me an apologetic glance. I was caught in the middle of all these, and well, not like I wasn’t going to take advantage of the situation, but I’d rather do it without the associated guilt. Which, dissipated fairly quickly as I leisurely stretched out my legs along three seats. It was then I remembered I’d just have to wait in the Oahu airport just as long as my baggage was still on the pervious flight. Well, at least I would travel to the Pearl station in style.
I was told to rush over to the last terminal as the plane was departing shortly. I arrive and the whole ticket area is roped off with quarantine signs. They were friendly looking, large cut outs of a waist high person holding a little stop sign with quarantine written on it, but nobody else was boarding, just me and well, it was weird that they said quaratine. I started to think maybe signing up online to volunteer for the Dharma Initiative (mom - don't click that link, I don't think you are far enough yet) might not have been such a hot idea before moving to Hawaii.
Continued...
My seat assignment was lucky 13 & I scan ahead to check out my seat buddy. It was a fairly over weight young lady. Probably in the range of should have bought a second ticket chubby. I squeeze by her & plop down, when she immediately says something self defeating like, “I bet you’re sorry you have to sit next to the Fat Girl.”
Great, now it’s going to be awkward for me! I mumble something about how I don’t care & I seriously don’t, but you could tell that she wasn't going to believe me. Oy. Time to get out my book. But, just then the flight attendant taps me on the should & asked if I would like a row all by myself. The whole row for me & out of all the people on the plane, because I was near the slightly chubby girl I got honorary treatment.
As I got up I heard a “Lucky you, you really didn’t have to sit next to the Fat Girl.” & the attendant shot me an apologetic glance. I was caught in the middle of all these, and well, not like I wasn’t going to take advantage of the situation, but I’d rather do it without the associated guilt. Which, dissipated fairly quickly as I leisurely stretched out my legs along three seats. It was then I remembered I’d just have to wait in the Oahu airport just as long as my baggage was still on the pervious flight. Well, at least I would travel to the Pearl station in style.
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