Passengers near the tail of a plane are about 40 percent more likely to survive a crash than those in the first few rows up front.
I tell my self this as my stomach turns itself inside out and back to front and starts digesting itself. I'm in the 2nd to last row, and no one is sitting in the row behind me. I'm the first person to smell the food being cooked, and I'm the last person to be served it. I'm getting "hangry" (hunger + anger = hanger)...The aromas of lamb and butter chicken mix in together with the smells of the bathroom to my left...gag.
my TV screen reboots itself for the 3rd time when I finally get served my lamb casserole. I've given up on learning "how to train a dragon" and opt for half a sleeping pill... which works really well up until the part when I try doing the sly manoeuvre of stealing the 3 seats behind me. i think to myself "this is my time - i finally get those magical 3 seats of rest everyone dreams of!" - until the air stewardess says "I'm sorry we've reserved these seats for staff in case of turbulence".. what?! they have their own strappy in seats don't they? grrr .. so i opt for trying to maximise the spare seat next to me except the arm rest gets stuck half way up...so i ask the air stewardess why its broken.. and she replies "oh no its only meant to go halfway up" ...is Air NZ trying to deter people from lying down and being comfortable? you know, making the most of the spare space?... this makes no sense!! and i grumble myself to sleep with my legs stretching out in weird and wonderful angles only to be woken several times by the bathroom chatter throughout the night.. why must people gossip when they go to the bathroom!! grr
Back of the bus? never again... Air NZ? you're not my friend!
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despite all that i made it safely and pretty smoothly in to the US.. arriving to 97 degree heat! i got picked up and managed to have a lovely catch up with my wonderful boss who helped me pick up my car i had stowed at the winery for 4 months.. yay the breaks work! and all my stuff i kept in it is still intact..
only problem was when i started to pull some of my boxes out of the boot i noticed fancy little balls of fluff... hmmm that's kinda cute and odd... and then it hit me.. the smell of mice hit my nose... and i literally had to steady myself so i wouldn't gag...there were 3 nests.. and 2 dead mice... wheres the 3rd one? all i know is, if it wasn't for vacuum sealing all my stuff, i probably would have cried.. but luckily, i had.. and instead, i laughed, and am spending the day on Monday to valet, register, and fix up my dodge dynasty...needless to say I've already started looking for a new car..
my housemate is lovely and awesome, along with the house itself bein quirky and cute with lots of character! i love this neighbourhood too :)
oh the drama! thus far are the adventures of Renee in the USA... and it hasn't even been 12 hrs yet!
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