Whinning: $10 Please

On Monday, Mitzee and I prepared to travel home to Minnesota from Florida.  We arrived at the airport several hours early, played outside, gave her a pill and headed in to go through security and arrive at our gate.

Everything was running smoothly.  We were in seat 26A which is the last row of seats (which do not recline, by the way).  We arrived at our seat, found a place for the carry one and placed my other carry on, Mitzee, under the seat in front of me. 

Anyway, a young man and woman approached the row, questioned who was going to sit in the middle and took their seats.  I got the young man.

As we waited for everyone to make their way to their seats, stewardesses to do their thing, and the plane to push away, it started.

The young man next to me says to his girlfriend? traveling partner:  I hate the smell of plane fuel and starts the air.  Then as the little boy comes to his seat in front of us, the young man waves and goo goos at him.  As I start to doze off, he nudges me and asks if we can close the shade on the window, then as a child is playfully talking, he waits a while before saying, come on shut up.  Later, as the child is talking, he says, I'm waiting for glass to start breaking.

As he naps and I can not, I read, check on Mitzee who is in a drug induced stupor, and try to hold it together as my pain throughout the flight has me jumping out of my skin. 

As the captain indicates we're 30 minutes out and we are starting our decent, the young man wakes, checks his ticket for his connecting flight, and prepares his belongings.

As we start to see the lights of Minnesota, I lean back so he and his traveling partner can see out.  It's amazing to see a city or state from the air. 

Then it starts again:  here comes the fuel smell he says and turns on the air full blast, why can't we have three doors to exit from?  Why don't these seats recline?  And my favorite of all:  that was fun listening to 3.5 hours of toilet flushing!

What is this?  All he did was whine, whine, and whine.  At one point in time, I was going to start charging him for every whine that came out of his mouth.  

So kids, beware, life is not perfect. Things are as they are.  It may not be the way YOU like it, but it is the way someone else wants it.  So adjust.  And remember, you come to my house and whine, it's $10. 

Cash only!!!!