Every time I get on the plane I am convinced that it's the last; this time I will die, the plane will crash. I once went to text my husband while I was waiting for the other passengers to alight. I was about to press send when I realised what a death sentence that would be. You don't send texts saying: "see you shortly" just before a flight. You're tempting fate, asking for an accident. See you shortly - yeah right, see you in hell more like. Phone goes back in pocket. Everyone's on now, plane's about to take off, rumbling down the runway, does it feel a bit more bumpy then it did last time? Did the air steward's voice sound strained when she told yer man over there to turn off his iPod? Is she feeling a little stressed? Maybe she's a little distracted today and not fulfilling the safety procedures? I pull the belt pull tighter around my waist. Then it's lift off, my heart leaps. My fingers dramatically grip the handles and tears start to pour down my cheeks. The person beside me squirms in their seat, uncomfortable with my outward display of emotion.
|Told ya to put the arm rest up.|