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I'm only flying
down to Dulles (which is
another story in itself... I'll explain shortly.) but cripes, at
least make the ride semi- comfortable!!!
Well, to describe this
airplane (and I use that term loosely) it has 3 seats across...
one side with 2 seats about 2/3 of the size of a normal coach
seat... they do not recline so you're sitting there erect, on a
seat that is about the size of most Barbie doll chairs, with the
fuselage of the plane making you stoop to the side because there
is no head room... head room HAH! there was no body room
either!!! There was no where to put your 'carry on' baggage, no
bathroom, nothing. (Definitely not the best flight to take a
laptop on... I held it on my lap during the flight... without
the case... apparently there was an issue having the case on
board... hell I don’t know) and to think, people pay money to
ride in these things, next time I'll drive down to Annapolis.
Anyway, it's loud, uncomfortable, and extremely annoying.
Well... to continue, don’t ever fly into Dulles... they expect
you to run a 50 mile dash carrying your carry on which you can't
put into the plane... ugh, we won't go on about this... it's
just not the best airport to fly into.
So... I arrive at Dulles
International Airport....I walk a bazillion miles to the baggage
claim (you would think they'd offer a moving escalator thingy
strip walkway (not sure what it's called LOL)... but no... god
forbid they make their passengers more comfortable... sorry went
on and on about that again lol....My uncle picks me up because
the rest of my family hasn't arrived, they're coming in from
Colorado... driving (lucky them)...So... driving through D.C.
was fun... loved looking at the historic buildings and old
houses, personally I think my Uncle took me that way purposely
because he knows I love architecture... anyhow... we stop and
grab a bite... and finally we arrive in Annapolis...keep in
mind, this is 4 hours later (definitely quicker to
drive)...
We're not there an hour then my family shows up... well
this was an interesting experience in itself... my children
think I am Atlas... now... let me explain... I'm a mere 5'3"
tall and well we won't go into the weight thing, but I'm not a
beached whale I tell ya! Anyhow, I'm tackled by 2 children,
weighing in at 80 and 90lbs...now... I'm not weak... but 2
missiles of that weight rocketing towards you takes quite a bit
of stability....oh, and another piece of information, it
wouldn't have been so bad if they were smaller... LOL... my
daughter at 10 is nearly my height... and her brother at 11
is... well 5-6 inches shorter... (lucky him)... so we do the
family thing etc... lots of talking... you know the drill.....
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