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So, when I was fifteen, I went to a modeling competition. My mother was really worried because she had a history of problems with planes. For example, when I was just a little baby, and she was 6/7 months pregnant, she was told her plane was leaving RIGHT NOW and she better RUN to it. Once she got there, they told her they were holding the plane for her, and would have gotten her a shuttle.
She was upgraded to first class, but then a guy had a heart attack early in the flight. Since then, she has only had one good flying experience.
That was our way to the competition.
On our way back, our flight was immediately cancelled. We were told, instead of going to Detroit, we could go to New York or Atlanta. New York was leaving sooner, so most of our group went there, leaving me, my mother, and the regional manager of a modeling company involved with the competition.
We spent four hours in Tampa. I give that airport 5 stars for layovers, cause free internet. XP
Getting onto Atlanta, I ran into a prime SC.
This was my second time on a plane, so I was not used to the 'stop and go' pace. So I stumbled into the guy in front of me once. I laughed nervously, apologized. Then I did it again. I did a silent: I really need to stop doing that, and apologized again.
He whipped around and looked at me. Note that with my small stature, braces, and baggy clothes, I could probably pass for a 12 year old kid. "That is the second time you did that. You're not doing it again."
My mother, who was short as well, but taller than him, put herself in-between me and him, glaring at him. He settled down. A guy piped up that I should sue. I thought it was kinda silly to do that, so we didn't even get his name.
The guy over-shot his seat, and turned around to look at my mother apologetically, asking nicely if she'd let him back to his seat. She refused. And so did the next person. And so did the one after that. News of his behavior had traveled down the line apparently, as not a single person let him go.
Our luggage made it onto the next plane. We didn't. We literally spent the entire layover in-between Tampa's arrival, and Atlanta's leaving, in the plane.
We swiped our tickets when we got off, and it tried to send me to Tennessee, and put her on standby for a flight three hours later. And my flight was leaving that exact second.
A bit later, we're waiting on Standby. Mom and I are confirmed on the plane. We're biting our nails to see if the third woman with us would get on the plane too. A family runs in, demanding they hold the plane for their son.
I guess he didn't get on the plane, cause the third woman got on.
It started: 7AM, in Flordia. It ended 12AM in Detroit. By then we were joking: (I don't remember any of the fake names, so they're in parenthesis.)
Me: I'm fine. I'm not tired. I know my name. It's [Sandra.]
Woman: [Justine] is that you?
Mom: Hey, you're [Stephanie] aren't you?
Woman: You're [Rose]!
We did this down to baggage, where they had our bags. Thankfully, the flight we were supposed to get was a straight-through.
And Detroit is not where I live, just the biggest airport near us... so it was a three-and-a-half-hour-drive home.
Planes. My god. Airport security was fine. It was the plane.
She was upgraded to first class, but then a guy had a heart attack early in the flight. Since then, she has only had one good flying experience.
That was our way to the competition.
On our way back, our flight was immediately cancelled. We were told, instead of going to Detroit, we could go to New York or Atlanta. New York was leaving sooner, so most of our group went there, leaving me, my mother, and the regional manager of a modeling company involved with the competition.
We spent four hours in Tampa. I give that airport 5 stars for layovers, cause free internet. XP
Getting onto Atlanta, I ran into a prime SC.
This was my second time on a plane, so I was not used to the 'stop and go' pace. So I stumbled into the guy in front of me once. I laughed nervously, apologized. Then I did it again. I did a silent: I really need to stop doing that, and apologized again.
He whipped around and looked at me. Note that with my small stature, braces, and baggy clothes, I could probably pass for a 12 year old kid. "That is the second time you did that. You're not doing it again."
My mother, who was short as well, but taller than him, put herself in-between me and him, glaring at him. He settled down. A guy piped up that I should sue. I thought it was kinda silly to do that, so we didn't even get his name.
The guy over-shot his seat, and turned around to look at my mother apologetically, asking nicely if she'd let him back to his seat. She refused. And so did the next person. And so did the one after that. News of his behavior had traveled down the line apparently, as not a single person let him go.
Our luggage made it onto the next plane. We didn't. We literally spent the entire layover in-between Tampa's arrival, and Atlanta's leaving, in the plane.
We swiped our tickets when we got off, and it tried to send me to Tennessee, and put her on standby for a flight three hours later. And my flight was leaving that exact second.
A bit later, we're waiting on Standby. Mom and I are confirmed on the plane. We're biting our nails to see if the third woman with us would get on the plane too. A family runs in, demanding they hold the plane for their son.
I guess he didn't get on the plane, cause the third woman got on.
It started: 7AM, in Flordia. It ended 12AM in Detroit. By then we were joking: (I don't remember any of the fake names, so they're in parenthesis.)
Me: I'm fine. I'm not tired. I know my name. It's [Sandra.]
Woman: [Justine] is that you?
Mom: Hey, you're [Stephanie] aren't you?
Woman: You're [Rose]!
We did this down to baggage, where they had our bags. Thankfully, the flight we were supposed to get was a straight-through.
And Detroit is not where I live, just the biggest airport near us... so it was a three-and-a-half-hour-drive home.
Planes. My god. Airport security was fine. It was the plane.
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