I hate scales

I’ve made it through check in, through security and onto the airplane – and now I’m airborne on my way to Sydney for the first time.

Luckily my wait in line for check in was minimal, not giving my sense of dread about weighing my luggage to build to too great of a level. As I very awckardly hoisted my monster of a case onto the platform I crossed my fingers as the numbers of the scale crept higher and higher. Only 500g over, not bad at all. Until the wonderful attendant informed me that it would be an extra $26 charge for that 500g. Being flustered I ridiculously paid the fee instead of taking a few seconds to consider what I might be able to remove. Well at least they didn’t bother to weigh my carry on, which was well above the 7 kilo limit.

From there it was quickly through security. I can’t even count the number of times I’ve passed through those ominous metal detectors. It doesn’t even phase me anymore.
Whew only an hour until boarding now. Got my pain killers and water for my developing headache; although, now that I’m on the plane it really isn’t doing much. Plus my refusal to purchase any more food products is starting to annoy me as the smells of snacks being consumed are filling the cabin. Hopefully my hunger can hold out for the next hour and a half.

I had an exciting moment during my wait. Two girls that are on the Aussie show Winners and Losers were at the airport. First Australian celebrity sighting.
One good thing came of my extra baggage fee. I think the host took pity on me and I’ve been placed in row two with a window seat and no one beside me. That’s not too shabby. There is a man in the same row as me, he seems to be a washed up surfer who still thinks he’s really cool. I was drumming my fingers on my laptop while I was waiting for it to start. The glare he gave me informed me that he didn’t appreciate my expression of boredom. I’m sure that this tip-tapping of keys is trying his patience to the extreme, especially because my latest quick glance across to him showed him with closed eyes and a furrowed brow. You can’t please everyone.

I’m really starting to get hungry now. Too bad the only menu in this row is in the seat pocket in front of mr. grumpy. He doesn’t look asleep enough for me to reach over and grab it. Alas I will continue to sit here, belted into my seat for the next hour. Can’t we just land already?

The only game that I have on this computer is chess. I hate chess and am horrible at it. I can’t even win when I’m playing on easy mode with the computer giving me hints. Why didn’t I think to download another more exciting game? I could watch a movie, except those are all packed in my case, which is (hopefully) stowed under me in the plane. I really hope it is, because what am I going to do if my luggage gets lost?
This is what happens when I have too much time on my hands and nothing to do, or to eat. I ramble.