The Glamour that is my life...

We all know the grass is always greener, AND into every life a little rain must fall.

That being said - the reality of my world doesnt always come across, missed airline connections, waiting in airports for up to 6 hours for the next flight, lost luggage, smelly people... the list can go on and on... but it is what it is a trade off for the things I enjoy.

Mom always said picture the scales of justice and balance the pros on one side and the cons on the other - weigh them out and see which wins... Even with the downs my job is still winning...

However, there are days...

In returning from Newfoundland I had 4 connecting flights to get home. The first flight out was rather early - 7 am... It was a little plane (on an airline that i have no status) so i was sitting back in coach (never a good thing) but one should always know things can/could be worse.

The flight was full, it was a small plane, 2 seats on each side. I had a window seat(easier for sleeping), beside me was a man and across the aisle was another man... As the plane started backing away from the gate and heading towards the runway, the guy beside me leans over and advises that "the man on the other side of the aisle just grabbed his barf" before he could say the word bag - the guy on the other side of the aisle pukes - hurls ALL over the guy beside me, I get sprayed... its in my hair, it is dripping down the window beside me - it is gross it is pink and it stinks.

I am belted in and cant escape the window seat... I am hitting the flight attendant call button fast and furious... the plane comes to a stop...

now for those who know me I do NOT deal well with bodily fluids... I start gagging uncontrollably, still pinned in my seat, my beautiful winter coat which had been on my lap is covered in pink vomit...

the guy who chucked headed to bathroom toward the front of the plane - the guy beside me and I we head to the back of the plane... as i said i am gagging non-stop, the people in the back of the plane think i am the one who chucked...

we get to the back of the plane as the crew goes up and tries to clean up our area, as the flight is full and we will have to return to these seats.

anyway the guy beside me, because he had turned to talk to me, the majority of the spew was all over the back of his shirt... oh god so gross, chunks all over... he stripped out of his shirt and a fellow passenger offered a tshirt as this guys stuff was in the belly.

My coat has no hope of being cleaned we picked off the worst of it (I still get the ewwwsss just typing this) so the coat ended up in a garbage bag for the rest of the trip.

We were 40 minutes late leaving - which only allowed 25 to connect at the next airport. the crew was kind and held everyone back allowing myself and 2 others to exit the plane ahead of everyone else with the long shot hope we would make the connection.

The good news - I have done this a few times before, and even with clearing customs I was able to make the connection the other 2 passengers unfortunately did not (amateurs) LOL

To wrap up - in total it took 17 hours before i was able to get home and take a very very welcomed HOT SHOWER!

So the jet-set life I lead... LOL

I feel i should mention if this was an every trip occurance I do believe I would be seeking new employment.