Alex made it safely back to Boston yesterday. He said it was the worst flight he’d ever been on, which didn’t surprise me since 55 mph wind gusts were buffeting the New England coastline in the afternoon.
The flight attendant asked him if he’d be willing to change seats so a family traveling together could sit together. My son is 6’3″, so giving up an aisle seat is not necessarily easy, but he’s a good guy and he moved. The flight attendant gave him a free beer; he was happy.
Did I mention it was a bumpy flight? And people were feeling….queasy? Eventually someone heaved, all over the aisle and seat 16D, Alex’s original seat. He was vaguely aware of it from his new seat at the back of the plane.
Karma. It flies.