Not really, that was a total lie. My friend Krystal threw an empty box at it and it hurt quite a bit. I ended up pulling a stuffed animal over my face so Mom had me wear a brace.
The weird thing is that I'm fairly certain it was the same brace I wore when I actually did break my right hand a little over a decade ago. I like putting it that way because it makes me sound old.
It's also a little weird this keeps happening since I'm left-handed. I suppose this is a good thing, though, since I need that hand to write and stuff.
There was no reason for that. It's pretty. Enjoy it.
Let's see, shall I tell you some funny stuff? Yes. Alright, then.
Day One:
Turbulence.
If you've watched the news at all, you'd know about the huge series of tornadoes that struck the United States. Pretty harsh stuff. Either you heard about it, witnessed it, know someone who did, or were affected by it yourself.
But I bet you didn't fly through it.
Luckily for me, though I have a horrendous fear of heights, I love to fly. I guess I just really trust pilots to know exactly what they are doing. The way I figure it, if it was that risky, it wouldn't be done. I'm also not afraid of turbulence, but I'd never experienced it to this extent before.
The flight attendant had just finished her explanation on the safety regulations and I was chatting with my flight buddy. He was an older gentlemen, probably late-forties, glasses, blonde longish hair. Kinda looked like a computer programmer from the late seventies. We had been discussing how the storm had his wife stranded at work, so he might not have a ride from the airport in Louisville when the pilot said, "We may have some slight turbulence due t the weather over the Louisville area today; I will warn you before that happens."
They always say that. So the plane might bounce a little, it's all good.
The plane ride went smoothly for the first thirty-or-so minutes, and my new friend and I were glancing out of the passenger window enjoying the contrast between the dark storm clouds and the brightness of the sun. It really was quite pretty.
Me: "Whoa, look at that! That looks pretty nasty right over there...I'm glad we're flying right towards it."
Computer Programmer-man: "I know. Look at the contrast it creates, though. I love to fly; pictures would never do this justice."
We then had a short conversation about photography while this wonderfully cheerful flight attendant passed out our drinks.
Me: "I love that woman, she seems so pleasant and happy. She must love her job."
Computer Programmer-man: "Yep. She must. That's the secret of a happy life, you know. Finding something you truly enjoy. She looks like she belongs up here."
About five minutes later this same woman was meandering down the aisle collecting trash with a garbage bag when this announcement came over the intercom in a somewhat strained tone: "It looks like we'll be having our turbulence in a few moments, make sure your seat belts are fastened."
She quickened her pace.
Now, my friend and I were seated about three seats up from the back of the plane, and this poor woman was maybe about two seats ahead of when suddenly the plane felt like it plummeted for a moment. She actually was lifted into the air almost to the roof. Somehow she landed back on her feet, somewhat shaken. She shook her head once and went to continue when the plane bounced a second time, more severely. She dropped to the ground as the violent tremors continued, trying to hold onto seats and passengers. She looked terrified.
When the shaking slowed a little, she dropped her bag and began to desperately crawl down the aisle yelling, "Keep your trash! Keep your trash!"
What were my friend and I doing the entire time this was going on? Putting our hands in the air, of course. It was like a violent roller coaster. I just figure if I died, I died. Might as well enjoy the fun while it's enjoyable. I obviously survived, so it's all good.
I remember looking behind me to see if she had successfully made it to her destination. That woman had strapped herself in in every way seemingly possible. If that plane went down, she was going down secured.
Her eyes were huge. I couldn't help but laugh.
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