#airoplanes

As I write this I am on flight QF 7 Sydney to Dallas. It is 2:56am Nashville time and 7:56pm in Melbourne on Sunday the 7th of January 2018, and everything is going wrong. So this morning in Melbourne I woke up at 6 something am showered, dressed breakfasted, said goodbye to grandma and grandpa and drove to say bye to granny before heading to the airport. At the airport we got my cousin to where she needed to be and said goodbye to her too... (she’s going to Malaysia for a holiday with a couple of friends.) I then I cried a bit and got over myself and everything went okay until we got to Sydney. It was insanely hot (45/46c 113/115f the roads were literally melting) and so the cleaning truck broke down on its way to come clean our plane but we were assured it was fine and there was a backup on its way. Nope. So next thing we know we’re being told there are four broken down cleaning trucks due to the heat and so the entire cleaning crew was going to have to carry their equipment up the stairs and so we should all relax and if we had access to the lounge we should go. dad has access to the lounge so we went. Now before I continue I should tell you that I do NOT expect special treatment or access to the lounge. So we went to the lounge and we were all let in, but then a lady came up to us and said, as they were so busy my older sister and I had to leave because we’re both over eighteen. Now I don’t mind not going to the lounge. I don’t even mind if mum and dad go and us kids can’t, but the fact that they just kicked my sister and I out was a little frustrating... but it was fine and that was the end of upsetting things for a little while. UNTIL we had had dinner on the plane and we’re getting ready to go to sleep. So I had my pyjamas in the overhead locker so I carefully opened it because you know they always say luggage might’ve moved and when I went to pull my bag down about three other bags came with it and one of them ripped my nail, but even worse, it hit the guy in front of me, who was asleep, in the head. He was fine, but he spilled his tea and the lady next to him spilled her red wine and in typical Rebecca fashion I started crying. everyone was saying it was okay, and that he was a tough guy and he forgave me... and the flight attendants were saying it was fine... it was an accident after all and accidents happen... So I finally calmed down enough to get my pyjamas down and I went to put them on. While I was in the loo the pa came on to say the cooling system had malfunctioned and so they were going to give us our last snacks now and there would be no more food for the rest of the flight. (WE HAVE THIRTEEN MORE HOURS) also I’ll admit, the word malfunction is not a word you want to hear on a flight... ever... so I immediately came to the conclusion we’re probably all going to die... which interestingly enough we haven’t done yet. Anyway, I cried a bit more (I am pathetic.) and came back to my seat where mum told me to do something to distract myself, so I started playing solitaire when the entertainment system also malfunctioned which really isn’t that bad I know, but having two announcements about things malfunctioning in one flight is too much. Also we’re probably going to miss our Dallas connection. And I’m exhausted. And I really don’t even want to be here but maybe I should get some sleep... I don’t know...

Oh... and there’s also three screaming babies surrounding me.

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WE DIDN’T DIE!! We are going to make our Dallas connection! And I have never been happier to be on the ground and out of that death trap of a plane!!! 😊

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