Thursday, October 25, 2007
Fly Zoom!
Usually when I go to England, I fly with Virgin Atlantic as they are by just so far, the best airline on the route. But this time I went with Zoom, as they were over $230 cheaper. So it wasn’t as good, but I would do it again. The service is very friendly, the food decent and so what if I wasn’t interested in the movies. On the outbound journey, I was rather spoiled, having been placed in the galley row. Is that what the front row of every section is called? Plenty of legroom there. On the way back, I wasn’t so lucky. There really isn’t much space in the regular rows. When the man in front of me leaned his seat back, it rested against my knees – me of the 29” inside leg! Could Susan be comfortable with her 34” legs? Hmmmm. (That was actually two thoughts I one! :)) It actually got a little worse when the man reached back and gripped the top of his seat, putting the fattest, ugliest fingers I have ever seen within a foot of my face.
My neighbours on the outbound and inbound journeys had something in common. I remember neither of their names, by the way. The guy on the way to London now builds motorbikes and runs a fright company with a fleet of lorries. We swapped driving stories. I mentioned about how inconsiderate taxi drivers are towards bus drivers I Central London, and they guy behind turned out to be a Taxi Driver. He came over and proudly stated that at least once a day, he makes sure that a Bus Driver misses his light: “The highlight of my day!” F#&$er!!
Before he got into haulage, my neighbour was a rally cross driver who rode for Great Britain. My neighbour on the journey back was employed by the Welsh National Opera as a Modern Dance. What do these two professions have I common? Both are prone to serious injury and both lead to early retirement. The young lady I journeyed back with was looking forward to her retirement in 2 years time – at the age of 30.
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My neighbours on the outbound and inbound journeys had something in common. I remember neither of their names, by the way. The guy on the way to London now builds motorbikes and runs a fright company with a fleet of lorries. We swapped driving stories. I mentioned about how inconsiderate taxi drivers are towards bus drivers I Central London, and they guy behind turned out to be a Taxi Driver. He came over and proudly stated that at least once a day, he makes sure that a Bus Driver misses his light: “The highlight of my day!” F#&$er!!
Before he got into haulage, my neighbour was a rally cross driver who rode for Great Britain. My neighbour on the journey back was employed by the Welsh National Opera as a Modern Dance. What do these two professions have I common? Both are prone to serious injury and both lead to early retirement. The young lady I journeyed back with was looking forward to her retirement in 2 years time – at the age of 30.
