I have discovered that international air travel provides one with numerous opportunities to practice meditation under adversity. As usual, I failed to reach and/or approach enlightenment.
Lufthansa isn’t entirely unpleasant; although, I do think that it is a bit cruel to make the cattle walk through business class before reaching the wagon. I was unfortunate enough to be stuck in a bum row where I couldn’t recline my seat at all. And sitting next to a fourteen year old German boy is a nightmare. I don’t know if I have ever so seriously contemplated murder in my life. I was trying to get an hour or two of sleep and the little twit decided that he was bored and the appropriate way to deal with boredom is to take the plastic cup and break it up in itty bitty, teeney tiny pieces. This could be why people drink on long flights. Perhaps on the next leg I will go for some whiskey rather than just a single glass of red wine.
ETA: Or, on the next leg, I’ll just pass out from exhaustion right after the plane takes off and only be jolted away by a screaming little girl as it’s landing. Since that’s what happened.
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