Wrong on all counts. I’m about halfway back. I have the aisle seat on the side of the plane with only 2 seats. This flight is shorter than the first one. Not too bad.

On the way into the loo there was a door that said: “WARNING OPEN SHAFT”. And I forgot to get a picture on the way out. I will be sad about this for a little while.

The girl disembarking in front of me on the last flight was wearing a jacket that said “House Of Juicy” on the back. Better than “Juicy” plastered across her ass, I suppose, but still. Really?

One of the flight attendants was already in the process of going through the bit about any carry on luggage that you didn’t stow in the overhead compartment needs to be stowed under the seat in front of you, and was listing various types of luggage: “…handbags, gift bags, grocery bags, children, purses, backpacks, all need to be stowed under the seat in front of you.” Priceless.

It smells like someone did a mistake in their pants.

Beverage service again. Going for water this time.

Slammed it. Like I said. Don’t trust those shifty airline cups.

I have goldfish crackers and I really want to eat them, but I have no idea how I will keep the bag closed when I’m finished. Hmm.

In case anyone was wondering, it’s business time.

The highly entertaining flight attendant is serving only first class. Which makes sense. He’s clearly extremely personable. Adds to the first class experience.

Shorter or not, this flight is starting to drag out as well.

I’m going for the goldfish. Figure out the rest later.

I’ve had them since the first flight out. Bought them at a gas station before checking in. They’ve been stuffed into my backpack a few times. Squished into my camera bag twice. The bag is crumply looking. We’ll see if they’re still goldfish or if they’ve turned into goldfish powder.

Nope, all good. Impressive, really.

One hour left. Torn about whether or not to sleep.

It’s becoming an active chore to keep my eyes open. I’m going to try to sleep.