The five « Fs » of flying!

Erica Jong wrote the book « Fear of Flying » eons ago.  I can’t even remember what it was about,but I think it was about sex.  This isn't about SEX, but that title came to mind as I reflected upon my MY latest cross country odyssey by plane.  I have come to the conclusion that there are at least five “F” words one can use for descriptive purposes, when flying.  Actually, there are six, but I will not drop the “F” bomb here.

I decided to bring my son a treat when I flew out to Edmonton recently to visit. I brought him two fresh and delicious Baie de Chaleur lobster.  I was supposed to only have a six and a half hour trip, all told, but of course, my trip took me FIFTEEN and a half hours. Was I worried about that lobster, sitting in the cargo section in Montreal alone, for over seven hours? You bet!   Was I worried about having to throw over $50 worth of lobster and packaging into the GARBAGE? YOU BET!  I am a frugalista, after all.  I missed my connection in Montreal, because my flight was late leaving.  This happens to me ALL the time.  Worry is another word for FEAR!  FEAR is what I experience every time I fly out of my little hometown airport. As it turns out, my FEAR is or my FEARS are...usually justified.

My AC Aeroplan ticket, from the time I purchased it in February, was changed NO LESS than FOUR times, due to time changes, plane changes (thank you MacDonald Douglas!) and a complete REBOOKING, because my original flight simply ceased to exist.  When I knew at the airport before departure, that I had ALREADY missed my connection in Montreal, the ticketing agent WOULD not reschedule me, saying Aeroplan had to do it.  I stepped away from the counter and called Aeroplan, where their agent informed me that indeed, she DID have to reschedule me.  Well, back I went to the counter, where I handed over my phone, having told Aeroplan to tell AIR CANADA what to do.  He did, and she did it, and I got rescheduled, albeit with a layover of over seven hours in Montreal, instead of an hour and a half.  FRUSTRATION!  I froze on the four hour flight to Edmonton because the air conditioning wasn’t working properly.  The lights on my side of the plane didn’t work so I could NOT read my book.  I couldn’t use the flashlight on my phone, because my battery was low and I hadn’t brought my solar charger. FRUSTRATION!  I couldn’t access in-flight entertainment because I hadn’t brought my IPAD, nor had I downloaded the AC Rouge app for movies.  Reason?  I was NOT supposed to fly AC Rouge. FRUSTRATION!   I couldn’t sleep because the young baby right across the aisle from me, cried on and off during the ENTIRE flight.  He also cried NON-STOP the entire LAST hour of the flight; he was inconsolable.  I was TOO at that point, and would have gladly CRIED and SCREAMED as well, if I thought I could get away with it. This flight was turning into THE longest flight of my life.  How do you spell FRUSTRATION???? That little fella' was only expressing what I could NOT.  Poor little soul, he wasn’t much older than my granddaughter.

ENOUGH of the negative.  I was able to fly almost clear across the country without a seat mate, so I had lots of extra room. FUN!   My AC Altitude 50K status allowed me to check three suitcases free of charge. FUN! That same status allowed me to spend seven hours in the Maple Leaf Lounge, eating, drinking, chatting, reading, and sleeping, ALL free of charge as well.  FUN! FUN! FUN!

That same status gave me priority boarding, so I was one of the first seated on that four hour flight to Edmonton.  I immediately noticed that the male flight attendant who was checking the overhead bins, had his zipper UNzippered, shall I say. It was pretty hard not to notice, seeing as everyone’s waist was at MY eye level.  No w*a*y was I telling him that he was flying low, so I leaned across the aisle, and asked the father of the crying baby, (who hadn’t started crying yet... the baby that is, NOT the father!) ... would HE please tell the flight attendant that the latter’s BARN DOOR was open?   Well, the father smiled, then laughingly said he would do it. However, the father kept looking at me conspiratorially and chuckling, so that when he finally called the young man over to discreetly tell him, I think the flight attendant was aware, because his hands were suddenly crossed in front of him, hiding his zipper.  I by then had collapsed into fits of laughter, which I tried to hide by bending over and hiding under my seat. It was just too FUNNY!!!

In the space of less than twenty fours, and on the SAME day, I was able to see my granddaughter on her FIRST birthday at my home in NB, say goodbye to her and her parents as they headed home to NS, then fly almost to the other end of the country, and hug my son and daughter-in-law, just before midnight! FANTASTIC!!! Cost of my ticket? $152! FABULOUS!!!


MILLE MERCI AEROPLAN, AIR CANADA ET AC ALTITUDE 50K
pour cette belle aventure!

PS: Thanks to great packaging by McLeans Fish Shop, the lobster remained fresh and delectable.

PPS:  The return trip was done in less than half my traveling time on the outbound,  but ... my two suitcases decided to stay in Montréal a little longer. Not a big deal!






Do you know what happens...

when you put a pen on top of your microwave?  It rolls OFF, and down into the toaster. When you repeatedly try to pop your bread down to toast, and you finally look inside the toaster...lo and behold, you see that the pen has MELTED into the slotting tray. You spend a good fifteen minutes trying to dislodge the pen, and readjust the slot, which is all bent to you-know-what.  Your toaster works, but one side doesn't toast properly, of course!

when you assume that what you see hanging from the showerhead is to clean the shower? Well, that white, gauzy, long piece of cloth was NOT to clean the walls of the shower/tub.   It was my friend's exfoliating cloth!!!! Oh dear! Good job she was able to rinse it out, was NOT too upset, and was relieved to know that I hadn't actually scrubbed the tub with her cloth.  How do you spell CHAGRIN?  Many times over!!!

when you wear new white pants and a white top, to a lobster dinner?  Never mind that you wear a bib, and that you remain seated the entire time you eat your delicious lobster. When you stand up and go to the washroom at the end of the meal, to clean up those sticky hands and forearms, several women rush over, all concerned, to tell you that you have "TOMALLEY" on the back of both your upper legs!  You know, that green stuff.  Holy Moly AND tomalley! How did that happen? No amount of washing gets that green guck off completely.  Darn it, I was sure I had EATEN it all!

when you take a little eight year old girl to the movies for the first time in her life, and the movie is  "Aladdin" in 3D?  She has a smile from ear to ear the entire time.  It is such a wonderful, magical evening.  I don't think I have ever enjoyed a movie so much, since the time I took my children to see Ghostbusters 2.  My five year old daughter was enthralled, but my seven year old son was terrified and ended up sitting in my lap for most of the movie. :)

they make a mistake at the grocery checkout and don't give you the correct sale price? One bag of salad was entered at the sale price, but not the second one. When I returned to the store, I was refunded the $6.00 charge and the bag was free.  So... two big bags of prepared salads cost me $1.00 each.  Pretty sweet, I say!



Speaking of sweet...what happens when you taste your first wild strawberry of the season?  You taste a little bit of heaven. 

May your summer bear only the sweetest fruit.

BON ÉTÉ À VOUS TOUS! 

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