I’m so high right now
I’ve always wanted to say that and mean it
It’s either 8:55 or 9:55pm. I honestly don’t know if it’s CDT or EDT. I haven’t flown since I was 3 years old, which I obviously don’t remember. For all intents and purposes, this is my first flight. Ron and I are cramped in the back of a Boeing 737 and are somewhere at a cruising altitude over the Southeast. I guess I expected the planes to be nicer, newer. I guess if I can cut wheat in a machine from the early 1980’s, Southwest Airlines can haul people around in planes from the 1980’s. The only difference is that if I crash my combine into a mountain or ocean, people don’t die.
One of the reading lamps is burned out on the seat in front of me. I don’t know why I find that so funny. I sure don’t find the drink prices funny at the airport and on the plane. A small coke costs $2.50. I didn’t ask what a nice Scotch costs. The cheap ones are $4.00 on the plane and $5.00 at the airport.
"78 degrees as we start our descent to Orlando. Fasten seat belts, turn off all electronic devices…"
