You must be thinking…two posts in one week Ameena? Something very important must have happened to justify this!
Well, not really. But I feel COMPELLED to relay details about the mother sitting next to me on my Flight to LAX this past Friday.
On my flight to LA…love the snow covered mountains.
First off, she had the coveted aisle seat, which probably kicked our 5 hour and 14 minute relationship off on the wrong foot. (Although the seating arrangements were obviously my own fault!)
And she didn’t share well, hogging up the table between our seats with her numerous cups of tea, water, and wine, and buckets of cashews and cookies (often all at once).
But what really troubled me about this lady was that she got up 251 times during the flight to cater to her two whiny children who occupied the two seats across the aisle.
Watching the sunset from my parents house.
So if these kids were little I’d totally get it. I mean, nobody needs to relay the importance of quick airplane reflexes when your child barfs at the drop of a hat. But these kids were barf-free (not even a threat), and at 8 and 10 years old were definitely old enough to:
- Tie their own shoes. (Seriously, she tied her son’s shoes.)
- Adjust their own seat.
- Find their own iPad / book / earphones.
- Reach into their carry-on, in front of THEIR feet, to get their own salami. (Not really sure what to say about the salami. Really I just don’t.)
A half picture of the very pretty Rosario Dawson, who sat in front of me on my way back to NYC this morning.
I’m looking deep (very deep) inside to see if I’m really just jealous that this selfless mom had no problem getting up 251 times during the flight…or if I’m just allergic to lazy, spoiled children.
I know I’m unfairly judging right now but I’m tired and jet-lagged from my red-eye home this AM. Plus I just cleaned out the fridge, emptied my suitcase, made the beds, emptied the dishwasher, and cleaned Maya’s breakfast dishes.
Maybe my flight companion and I had more in common than I initially thought?