Welcome back, ya’ll!! Bet you’re excited to see the conclusion to my plane drama, yes?
To recap, I’m sitting between stale breath guy and creepy staring guy.
Couldn’t go without showing his face one more time.
Okay. Where was I? Oh.
My flight gets delayed.
One. Hour. That’s how long this delay lasted. On the plane. Between SBG and CSG. At one point, I couldn’t even get an SOS out to Twitter. I was cut off. Sadness.
And what’s CSG doing?
Throwing a hissy tantrum. Slamming his back into the seat, huffing, cursing, angry texting. We’re all going to miss our connecting flights. Including me. But despite how the night has gone, I know it’ll be fine, so I’m calm. I’ll make my flight. Not sure how, but the Universe owes me. Bad shit can only happen in 3’s. It’s like a rule. Somewhere. I think.
We finally take off, and I break out the laptop to do some writing. What else am I going to do? I know I’m giving CSG an opening, but I was in the middle of a scene and you know how that can be… I had to at least finish it. So I take the view size down to 90% so SBG and CSG can’t possibly read it. I mean, I barely can at that percentage.
Things are going well. All’s quiet by the time I finish the scene. I even feel brave enough to move to the next. I even dare to fall into that realm where nothing exists but me and Emma.
Then I’m yanked out.
No, it’s not time to put the devices away. It’s CSG. Of course.
“What are you writing?”
Me: “If I told you, I’d have to kill you.”
CSG: *chuckles* “No, really.”
Me: “A science-fiction thriller.”
CSG: “You’re a published writer?”
Me: “Almost. That’s sort of why I need to get this done.” At which point I turn back to my laptop and start random, furious typing. And praying. Blood-letting.
CSG: “I want to be a writer, too. How can I get started?”
Me: Kill me.
I gave him the short answer, and I think he finally realized I wasn’t the best conversationalist. He wished me luck (AW, thanks, CSG! Good luck with the stalking thing!), and we landed shortly after.
P.S. I would never react this way to an aspiring writer, but you understand, this was CSG and a one of a kind situation.
As I predicted, I made my connecting flight! See, the Universe isn’t all that bad to me. We made up. I’m even contemplating dating him again. Because the shiz that went down on the return flight…that was all on me.
But that’s a story for another post.