Survived the Flight!

Yestterday is such an unideal day to fly. The turbulent was NONSTOP. And a baby behind me wont stop screaming. And dont get me wrong, I have nothing against babies. It's just I was certain this one was an aspiring banshee in the making. If I wasnt so hungry I would have shoved my German cheesecake to better use.

At one point I was bound to release the drinks given by the cute steward. Unfortunately I had a window seat. And when I finally gave in, I nudged the Dutchie sitting next to me, signaling that I have to pass through him to go to the loo. Half asleep, he was unaware that I am not the stick girl. Thus I couldnt get pass the LIMITED space that he provided by SLIGHTLY moving his LONG legs. I was like I dont think I can pass. Instead of standing up and allowing me to pass through LIKE ANY GENTLEMEN WOULD, he SPREADED HIS LEGS. Eventually I had to hug the seat infront of me and lift my legs high enough so my thinner ankles can get through. One leg after another.

I thought I was going to make it. That is, until I was between his legs and my right ankle GOT STUCK ON HIS EARPHONES. I had to bend over to release it, and instead of helping he just straighen his seat. STRAIGHTENING YOUR SEAT DOES NOT HELP, IF ITS NOT OBVIOUS YET AT THIS POINT. Since it was dark, it took me some times before I managed to take that bloody cables off me. When I got up, I just realized what an awkward position that was.

I immediately looked and felt like Bambi caught stealing cucumbers from the neighbors. I tried my best to mimic I KNOW THIS LOOKS BAD BUT ITS NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE. But I think I just look like I needed to pee that bad.

Regardless I arrived save and sound. I knew we were in Holland when I looked out and it was all pastures. We went lower, lower and lower. Until I made a mental countdown: 3.

2...

..1.

Bam.

And we arrived in Schipol.