It’s been longer than I care to even recall since we flew back home from our whelming trip to Puerto Rico (overwhelming? Underwhelming? Demi-whelming? Can’t say for sure). As sure as the flight over there was something to surely log in the docket of unforgettable moments; the trip back home will as surely be remembered for decades to come though perhaps more by the people who had to deal with us than for us ourselves.
The flight down was an overnight trip with the first leg unbelievably in first class. That first leg was nice, the layover was okay, and from there on out it’s all pretty much a blur of my geriatric handlers dragging us juniors around, often asleep, in order to make connections only to land invigorated and refreshed though admittedly without any of the vigor or freshness one might expect from elder-folk following a three-leg overnight shot halfway around the world with three unruly junior journalists in tow.
We’re quick to forgive so we quickly did just that and only remembered how cool it was that we got to fly in a real and true airplane, high up in the sky, much like Buzz Lightyear (according to Dominic) or a Power Ranger (according to me).
Instead of three-legs overnight our return flight was two-legs during the day and, with God as my witness, we got the very most of it. If you don’t believe me you can ask the poor lady behind me stuck playing Peek-Some-Boo with Dominic for four hours or you can ask the flight unatendant stuck getting up from her lazy stance of repose to tell me to stop poking the “Flight Attendant Needed” button.
What can I say man, this button got me more attention on the ride than I could have ever gotten from even the likes of SkyMall Magazine.
Air travel is fun, even (if not especially) for kids, even with the horrible certainty of US domestic travel screening, which was a triple nightmare with exponential compounding on the flight down, so when us juniors come out to play, everyone should just enjoy it.
We’re not trying to be difficult, but we simply can’t help but be bored. Entertain us as long as you can and ignore us after that. We may not get the hint right away (or ever), but we’re you future and if you want your Social Security carefully guarded now might be the best time to extend an ounce of patience with us.
I’m not making a threat or anything; I’m just saying that Iran may pose a very real and serious threat to national security and that when I come of voting age I may endorse a congress who would launch a quadrillion dollar preemptive strike against them with your pension funding paying the whole sh’bang.
So thank you to those of you who accepted our kind interference and to the rest of you, may heaven help you because the pandering class of politicians are exceedingly unlikely to do so.