Flying always makes me thirsty. Parched, actually.
I was looking forward to the refreshments when I was pleasantly surprised: the middle seat was empty and there was just one man sitting next to the window! He was short, bald and had his shirt unbuttoned a bit too low. He was Danny DeVito’s doppelganger (DD’sd) and he had a sizeable bag that he stuffed in front of his feet. I wondered if the flight attendant would tell him to move the bag.
On this flight from Vancouver to Phoenix, I planned to ask the flight attendant for a whole can of bubbly water, not the measly plastic cup with dimpled ice cubes and 2 oz of water.
But he beat me to it!
“May I have the whole can of soda water?” DD’sd asked.
“Um, let me check. Oh! We have just one left.”
She handed him the cup of ice and can.
He got comfortable and splayed his legs diagonally, into the middle seat area. Wait a minute! That’s not his space.
With his curly chest hairs climbing out of his shirt, he plugged in and watched an in-flight movie. Judging by his laughing, it was a comedy.
He tried to laugh quietly, covering his mouth with his hand. But ten minutes into the program, he was reduced to a shaking, jittery mess of a curly-chest-haired man.
I couldn’t help it. He reminded me of myself the other night…I was laughing uncontrollably watching a video too.
His giggling fit loosened my indignation.
DD’sd had no idea that he annoyed me: taking my can of sodawater…man-spreading into the middle seat area…being happy while I was irritated. We were a lot alike, he and I. We wanted the same things: hydration and happiness.
There was no need for acrimony.
I sipped my 2 oz ginger ale, settled into my seat and read my book, completely content.