#huricansandy

Hey Lemurs!

Here's my update. 

D A Y  1. 

So my flight, like most flights, was somewhat uneventful. B u t. I did sit in the middle seat so. . .I met some interesting people from the East coast. On my left, the window seat, sat a young Philly female whose trip was all business. She was in digital marketing and had to meet an important client in SF. It was nice talking to her, since I'll be going into a similar field.

To my right, the aisle seat, sat an elder man from New Jersey. But, he was originally from Ireland and regularly travels back there (must have a lot of frequent flyer miles lol). He was flying to Oregon for a wedding and was the best man. Now this guy...he must have an interesting life. We chatted for the first couple hours of the fight, and i found out he was an Environmental Scientist (Laura, I think you two would've had an interesting conversation). He owned property up along the eastern coast, from Florida to New Jersey and is currently buying a house in Dover, DE. 

The Philly girl and the New Jersey Guy (we never exchanged names) both talked about the impact of Sandy. And it was interesting to hear a first hand experience on the impact. New Jersey had been in Ireland visiting family at the time when Sandy struck, so he saw from television places like parks from his childhood being wiped out. And when he got back to his neighborhood he described it as "apocalyptical". Only people who proved themselves to be of residency were able to visit their destroyed homes during the day. He was running on a generator for like two weeks. But what I found interesting was how he literally plugged himself back into the world. Cellular devices were apparently not functioning so he cleverly brought out his wired phone and plugged that into the wall, and guess what...that worked! He also, since internet was unavailable, found an old box computer of his and plugged that into the wall. Dial-up was working! Because no one else was using it...how funny! Maybe I should go back to dial-up...

And here was the most exciting part of my flight. 

Halfway through, Philly had taken a bite to eat of her fruit and cheese platter, when all of a sudden I notice her becoming slightly tense. Slowly, she flattened both of her hands down on the food tray to steady herself. I could sense what was about to happen next. She then began to rummage through the seat compartment...confirming my suspicions more as she picked up her empty Auntie Ann's pretzel bag. So I put two and two together and looked through my own seat's compartment. Those pretzel bags we all know are covered in grease and butter and to anyone who has thrown up before...agree with me that smells seem extremely pungent. I found my compartment's white flat bag intended for one thing on flights and handed it over to her. She nauseously smiled and took the bag. And mila-seconds from that point she puked with great accuracy into the white bag. New Jersey, completely oblivious until that point, unbuckled himself and shot up out of his seat. I accidentally let out a giggle at his reaction as I pressed the flight attendant assistance button. Philly was given another bag, ginger ale, and threw up a little more. New Jersey sat back down and we all went on with the flight. 

Goodnight Lemurs. lol if you made it down here...well, I hope this was somewhat interesting... hahaha