I don't like flying.
I had imagined that I was the queen of the 'What if ...' scenario.
Lisa posted a new and terrifying 'what if'; one that I had never considered.
Thank you Lisa, I have at least 23 hours flying time when I fly back to New Zealand ... the story is titled This is your captain screaming .
Enjoy.
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But they all lived! The most important lesson to learn from all this is if you happen to get sucked out of a plane one day, be sure to go into a coma immediately. It could save your life.
What I have to decide now is whether the coma should come before the coronary I plan to have, or after.
They did live ... and okay, I'll try to remember about the coma part.
I was flying into Singapore Airport first time I flew to Turkey, to start that new life alone as an English teacher.
So I was a little bit anxious but quietly, Kiwis are like that.
Pre-departure I had accidently read that Istanbul airport was 2nd most dangerous airport in the world because its perimeters were impossible to secure and a rocket could be launched from a million and 2 locations.
It was on my mind as we began circling Singapore ... lot was on my mind actually, when I noticed the bright light out my window.
Staring hard because I have to when not wearing my glasses, I thought 'Dammit, it's another plane flying towards us - we're all going to die'.
I looked round, no one else seemed to see it. I sat quietly thinking.
Then ... red lights seemed to lock onto us and I realised the series of lights were probably some kind of heat-seeking missile and the red lights flashing from the bright light to my window indicated it had locked onto us.
So ... sweating a little, I resigned myself to a fiery death.
I put on my glasses after a minute or two and looked again. Goodness me, there was I, sitting in a wing seat ... the bright light was the light on the end of the big plane's wing and the little red lights were part of the wing too.
Glasses ... a magnificent invention.
*LOL* Aren't they, though? :D Great story!
I love that you're able to be quietly anxious. I'm not able to be quietly *anything*. Well... that's not completely true. Most of the time I'm able to be quietly sick. I just don't figure that's anyone else's business. Everyone I've shared that info with has been in 100% agreement.
Quietly sick is quite another thing ...
Poor Gert. Yesterday's hangover was shared with him and he spent a lot of time convincing me it wasn't a poisoning, let me groan, talked me through the 'I have to be sick ... I don't want to be sick ... I'm going to be sick ... I dont want to be sick' scenario.
I think I may have a found a good man lol. I was pathetic ... shamelessly so.
Hey mate, a belated very congratulations to you and your good man =) Sorry we haven't been 'round much but it's been a tad busy... though hopefully it will alll get back to normal soon :)
So... do we get you some champagne or chocolates to say congrats? Or both?
Well thanks a lot for that one - I have enough trouble flying as it is. And I'm flying shortly (although thankfully, a short flight). Sigh.
There's a bottle of champagne left if you're passing ... the chocolates are long gone, in fact I just ate the last one as I washed dishes ... I was handed them as I was leaving the function Friday night. Very nice, with flowers ... nothing to do with weddings though.
Anyway, thanks :) Lever. A tad busy huh ... okay as long as we see you back on task soon lol. Hope the move has gone well.
I'm really really sorry paris, but I reasoned that it was a long time ago ... does that help?
And usually if it's happened once, all airlines make sure it doesn't happen to them. :)
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