Made it back from Helsinki late last night, but too dazed today to be of much use to y’all. That’s largely because I did the noble thing on the flight back home: I yielded my aisle seat to a young Dutch woman who was keen to be next to her boyfriend. My reward was a middle seat smushed between two fidgety types who made sleep impossible. Throw in jet lag and the ravages of a Nordic alcohol bonanza, and you can hopefully understand why I’ll spend most of today barely holding onto reality. Back tomorrow with something worth your while.
Captured Shadow // Aug 14, 2012 at 11:18 am
“Nordic Alcohol Bonanza” sound like a good band name
minderbender // Aug 20, 2012 at 6:29 pm
Such a nice thing to do, though. And it sometimes pays off, I once met a very nice girl this way.
Brendan I. Koerner // Aug 21, 2012 at 8:44 am
@minderbender: On the way to Brazil for my honeymoon, my wife and I both got middle seats, one behind the other. No one would change with us, despite our earnest pleas for kindness. The memories of that discourtesy is what drives me to ALWAYS switch seats if requested.