Cranky, Complainy, Long Friday Flight

I'm on the plane to New Orleans. There are 4 people sitting in my row of 3: a grandmom, a friend of a mom, and mom's 2 year old daughter who is very unhappy about having to share a seat. She's kicking and crying. Mom is sitting behind me with 2 other kids, also both kicking.

We sat on the plane at the gate for an hour and 20 minutes before takeoff because the plane inspector found dents and scratched in the engine blades. After careful measuring, the dings were determined to be safe, so we took off.

I started watching "My Life in Ruins" to block out the sound of being encircled by toddlers, who had started singing. It's not as cute as it sounds.

Then my back of the seat monitor crapped out, even though I still have audio in my earbuds. I try to watch the mom's friend's monitor, but since she likes to watch the TV with one finger on the up channel button, I couldn't keep up. She lingers on VH1 the most, that seems to be playing a marathon of a delightful show called Tool Academy where an English "therapist" humiliates promiscuous meat heads and their crying girlfriends. We just hit turbulence and I have cramps.

YAY!! Touchdown in the Big Easy!

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