Monday, December 15
many thousand feet
A child next to me watches a child on an iPad bench press an unknown amount of weight. He has a brother and they both are wearing Under Armor. I’m thankful to have an aisle seat, so I can also see their iPad.
The woman next to me says what’s our flight number and I say you know what’s funny
It’s just six
Like single-digit six.
She was like really.
I said I know, the first time I took this flight, it really threw me for a loop.
I’m not a nervous flier, actually. That surprises people, but I can only have so much on my plate.
I looked over later and the woman next to me was writing up reviews of her students for the parents I guess they weren’t review they were more like reports. There was the seal of a private school on the top of each report. I didn’t read any more, to respect the children’s privacy.
Two weeks later when I flew back I walked up 14 rows to Matt and asked him (1) how much of his book he had left and (2) if he thought I should go to grad school. It was the first time I had threatened grad school, even though I am 34. told him he could think about it.
Do you know how in-flight Wi-Fi works? The plane is in constant communication with cell towers on the ground. Isn’t that something.
The woman next to me was looking up jobs in Vienna and the US Embassy in Austria. I didn’t read anymore, to respect the privacy of Europe. I hope she gets the job. I would go, but I’m obsessed with America.
Which we were flying over.
Ooooh, the desert.
The last screen I looked at was when I went back to ask the flight attendants for water and the one in boots was zoomed in on a photo of the Epstein flight manifest and Fran had said well
Maybe she has some insight
From all the flying.
