“Let's Get Out of Here”
Dec 17, 2019Her hand is on my leg to reassure me that the plane won’t go down. The baby to my 8 o’clock cries in disagreement.
San Jose-bound to meet the in-laws for the first time. Maybe I should just pull my chute now.
I have no phone service—thanks, T-Mobile—so I’m stuck curbing my flight anxiety with whatever I have on my phone already.
Les Savy Fav. Could be a worse choice.
Let’s Get Out of Here. I’ll drink to that. And Brandy and I have been.
The tarmac is wet. The thin, duel-pane piece of plastic next to my face is dewy and fogged and wishes me a safe flight. Kiss Kiss.
We strolled into Newark like royalty. Brandy flies often and her TSA pre-check privileges her to a special line. This time, I got to piggyback. I stumbled with my luggage. I didn’t have enough time to fumble with my belongings. That is a luxury you have when you have to wait in line with the other cretins for hours at a time. I wasn’t used to being royalty for the night.
The plane edges down the tarmac. Soon we will be in the air. I drink martinis to dull the anxiety. Hopefully I drank enough.
The jets ROAR!
Let’s Get Out of Here.