On my way to Utah Friday afternoon, I had just settled into the flight with a good book when the flight attendant came around with the beverage service. After taking a few sips of my Diet Coke, I began to doze off. With the drink on the tray table I sat back, arms folded, to take a quick nap.
As I dozed, apparently I had one of those crazy dreams where you startle awake. Uncontrollably, my right arm flew out in front of me, nearly smacking the man in the seat next to me, and knocked my beverage directly into my lap. Laughing, my neighbor reached up to press the service button as I held myself up by the arm rests to keep my already wet jeans off my soaked seat.
As the flight attendant approached she looked at my face and said, "Uh oh, did you spill?? I've seen that look before!"
Just after getting things under control, the pilot came over the intercom to announce our descent into Salt Lake City. If there was ever an instance when I needed more time to air dry... this was it!
With my head held high and my duffel held strategically behind my rear, I calmly walked straight to the ladies' room. Hopefully nobody noticed my Coke crotch. I will say it was chillier than I'd expected in Salt Lake.
Comparatively, the flight home was uneventful!
8 years ago
