The tall man in the small plane.......
.......the details are a little fuzzy, but bear with me.
Last hitch I had the pleasure of coming to work on a monday, which means three flights for me.
Flight one was from adelaide to moomba on the big plane.
While I was waiting at moomba for flight 2 (on the small plane) I was quite happily reading my May issue of Cleo magazine. Every now and again familiar faces pop up at the airport. Now Moomba is a pretty big place, and seeing that I work on a rig quite a fair distance from moomba, it is fair to say that I know almost no one who actually works in moomba.
Are you still with me.
Well, at the airport, a particular guy kind of stands out, because he pretty much bangs his head on every door frame he walks thru cos he would be about 7.5 feet tall. I kid you not!
Ok, so my second flight had just been called. There were about 6 of us all together who were about to embark on our half hour journey on the small plane from moomba to ballera. Tall man was one of the six.
I was the last person to get on, which meant I got the exit seat up the back with the leg room, (if you can call about 30cm of space leg room). Tall man got in just before me, so he was squished up in the back corner. It truly was a sight to behold.
Now, when I sit in the plane, the space above my head is about equivalent to the space above my head when I drive my Barina, ie, not very much.
Tall man had to lean forward in his chair (basically with his chin right up to the seat in front of him) with his shoulders huched and with his head bent forward, just so his head wouldnt hit the roof of the plane.
When the door got shut, tall man and I swapped seats (cos he asked me nicely if we could - of course I didn't mind at all, cos my short fat little legs will fit anywhere).
So, tall man and I have had a little bit of a chat during the awkward repositioning of our bodies in the plane. Just a bit of polite banter is what I would say, nothing to promote an everlasting friendship or extraordinary familiarity.
The plane takes off and I whip out my Cleo magazine - love and lust section to be precise.
Now during take off, tall man has repositioned his body to be basically leaning at about a 45°
angle - Towards Me!
Basically his head was hovering just over my left shoulder. This didn't bother me at all, cos it must be totally awkward for poor old tall man to get around in a normal size plane, let alone the small one. I just kept reading and generally keeping to myself.
I get to page 66 "what guys really want in a wife". I'm happily reading along when tall man blurts out "just be yourself - and you will find someone who wants to marry you", at the top of his lungs. "I've got five kids at home".
Hmmnnn.......I didn't think I had "desperate" and "looking for awkward love advice from total strangers" printed on my forehead.
No worries, smile and nod, " thats nice" and keep reading.
My magazine gets put away on landing, cos generally these pilots are friggin cowboys when it comes to landing. It's like sitting on your dad's knee when you are three, and he's bouncing you up and down and you are going "ah uaah ah uaah ahh " (in a non sexual way of course - you know what I mean)
Ok, waiting again at ballera airport for flight no. 3 to eromanga
The flight get's called and the same 6 get on the same plane. Hmmnnn.... why did we not just fly straight thru - the newspapers had to be loaded silly........sigh.....
Out comes Cleo again. I turn the page and start reading "sexy, fun smart - so why are you still single?"
After about 5 or so minutes, tall man blurts out something again. I can't even remember what he said, but I wanted to shrivel up and die.
What I am reading is for me, tho I'm sure tall man got a few pieces of good advice from my article that he couldn't help reading over my shoulder.
I just felt the need to explain to him that this is just light fluff to pass my 30 minutes stuck in a tin can at 20 000 feet. I didn't even know this shit was in here when I bought the magazine. The fact is, I was so embarrased that I was friggin speechless.
Now everytime those 6 people see me at the airport, they will think " there goes that poor sad little girl who can't get herself a husband/partner/boyfriend/root etc".
Oh my god............
Last hitch I had the pleasure of coming to work on a monday, which means three flights for me.
Flight one was from adelaide to moomba on the big plane.
While I was waiting at moomba for flight 2 (on the small plane) I was quite happily reading my May issue of Cleo magazine. Every now and again familiar faces pop up at the airport. Now Moomba is a pretty big place, and seeing that I work on a rig quite a fair distance from moomba, it is fair to say that I know almost no one who actually works in moomba.
Are you still with me.
Well, at the airport, a particular guy kind of stands out, because he pretty much bangs his head on every door frame he walks thru cos he would be about 7.5 feet tall. I kid you not!
Ok, so my second flight had just been called. There were about 6 of us all together who were about to embark on our half hour journey on the small plane from moomba to ballera. Tall man was one of the six.
I was the last person to get on, which meant I got the exit seat up the back with the leg room, (if you can call about 30cm of space leg room). Tall man got in just before me, so he was squished up in the back corner. It truly was a sight to behold.
Now, when I sit in the plane, the space above my head is about equivalent to the space above my head when I drive my Barina, ie, not very much.
Tall man had to lean forward in his chair (basically with his chin right up to the seat in front of him) with his shoulders huched and with his head bent forward, just so his head wouldnt hit the roof of the plane.
When the door got shut, tall man and I swapped seats (cos he asked me nicely if we could - of course I didn't mind at all, cos my short fat little legs will fit anywhere).
So, tall man and I have had a little bit of a chat during the awkward repositioning of our bodies in the plane. Just a bit of polite banter is what I would say, nothing to promote an everlasting friendship or extraordinary familiarity.
The plane takes off and I whip out my Cleo magazine - love and lust section to be precise.
Now during take off, tall man has repositioned his body to be basically leaning at about a 45°
angle - Towards Me!
Basically his head was hovering just over my left shoulder. This didn't bother me at all, cos it must be totally awkward for poor old tall man to get around in a normal size plane, let alone the small one. I just kept reading and generally keeping to myself.
I get to page 66 "what guys really want in a wife". I'm happily reading along when tall man blurts out "just be yourself - and you will find someone who wants to marry you", at the top of his lungs. "I've got five kids at home".
Hmmnnn.......I didn't think I had "desperate" and "looking for awkward love advice from total strangers" printed on my forehead.
No worries, smile and nod, " thats nice" and keep reading.
My magazine gets put away on landing, cos generally these pilots are friggin cowboys when it comes to landing. It's like sitting on your dad's knee when you are three, and he's bouncing you up and down and you are going "ah uaah ah uaah ahh " (in a non sexual way of course - you know what I mean)
Ok, waiting again at ballera airport for flight no. 3 to eromanga
The flight get's called and the same 6 get on the same plane. Hmmnnn.... why did we not just fly straight thru - the newspapers had to be loaded silly........sigh.....
Out comes Cleo again. I turn the page and start reading "sexy, fun smart - so why are you still single?"
After about 5 or so minutes, tall man blurts out something again. I can't even remember what he said, but I wanted to shrivel up and die.
What I am reading is for me, tho I'm sure tall man got a few pieces of good advice from my article that he couldn't help reading over my shoulder.
I just felt the need to explain to him that this is just light fluff to pass my 30 minutes stuck in a tin can at 20 000 feet. I didn't even know this shit was in here when I bought the magazine. The fact is, I was so embarrased that I was friggin speechless.
Now everytime those 6 people see me at the airport, they will think " there goes that poor sad little girl who can't get herself a husband/partner/boyfriend/root etc".
Oh my god............
posted by mogcat | 12:45 AM
3 Comments:
I am litterally PMSFL here Cat!!!
That's hilarious..
Oh you poor thing,I'm sure they don't think that at all, more like,"Lucky her,single & loving it!!!"
I was waiting for the punch line where you were gonna say he proposed to you or something!!! LOL...
loved the story, you are so funny girl,still got that writing flare,
G/
Omg that's so funny! LOL LOL
I probably would have resorted to saying (at the top of my lungs), "Sir, please stop looking down my shirt. You've got 5 kids, for crying out loud!"
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