“Everyone’s worst nightmare” is fucking right. On my way home, I heard about that Jet Blue plane circling LAX because the landing gear had gone all screwy and they were trying to figure out what to do next. Oh. My. Fucking. God! I was simply and absolutely aghast. When I got home, I walked in and turned to CNN, and sure enough there it was, that airborne piece of steel with its wheels all twisted and looking stoopid, flying amongst that lovely marine layer, dumping fuel into the Pacific. Which made me think - #1) Another reason why my ass will never get into the Pacific Ocean, it’s nasty enough already, #2) dumping fuel, with these gas prices? What is that pilot, crazy?! #3) Guess we Angelenos have become some bored with those rote car pursuits, now we’ve graduated to watching active airplane situationals while we sit on the couch and munch popcorn. Groovy!
For real though. I was all nervous and jittery like it was my ass was stuck up in that plane. Had to fix myself a double vodka and cranberry just to watch it all unfold, vacillating between those poor people stuck at 30,000 feet, I wonder what they’re going through and shiiiiiittt I’m glad that ‘aint me!
Supa Sister loves to travel, but she’s got serious issues with confined spaces. Planes, elevators, boats, cars, marriage – stuff like that. Being places where I feel (realistically or not) that I can’t jet the fuck out when I’m good and ready to. Seriously. I had a freak out attack on a plane to Miami a few years back – couldn’t breathe, thought I was gonna die, cold sweats, grabbing the nearest flight attendant, upsetting the other passengers, the whole nine. Hey, I can’t call it.
Well…okay, not exactly true. Maybe it's because I’ve carried around the dreadful premonition that I’d probably die in a plane crash since the ripe old age of seven. Nowadays I can’t sit for longer than 5 hours on a flight without being liquored up. I also have a trusty supply of Xanax. You know, just in case shit gets too testy.
Glad this one had a happy ending, though: the pilot handled his like a pro, the plane didn’t blow up or smash at the end of the runway or anything like that. I just thought those folks coming off that plane were looking awfully……calm and non-traumatized. Maybe when you find yourself in a situation where your life could easily cease, you’ve got three hours to think about it, and then you realize that everything’s gonna be all right – maybe you’re just happy and relieved and things start to look kinda different to you. Maybe.
Supa Sister is gonna have to work on the being happy and relieved outlook, while skipping the whole stuck in an airplane part. Yeah.
That is all, carry on.