Hi! I come bringing tales of Rena's wonderful day of adventures. Two tales of suck from some of the "wonderful" people she met. This is an extremely long story, I hope you enjoy it.
Due to a recent family issue, Rena took three planes to get from Portland, OR, to Louisville, Kentucky( I can't remember the abbreviation). The first flight, from Portland to San Francisco, wasn't that bad except for a slight bought of air sickness. When I arrived in San Francisco, I was slightly dehydrated, due to drinking everything but water that morning, and slightly ill. I figured I'd get some medicine and water at a store in the airport but first, I wanted to know where the terminal for my flight was. After getting lost twice and wandering around for twenty minutes, I found my terminal and quickly went to the store.
The never-ending transaction
As you know I'm dehydrated and not feeling well. I was also overheating too for some real weird reason and apparently looked like I was about to pass out. When I went to the store, I grabbed the cheapest bottle of water from the cooler, and then I grabbed some dramamine for the air sickness. There was one register open, so I got in line. From behind me I hear this "huff" noise and wearily turn around to see a woman of African American descent (mentioned because it's relevant) with her arms full of souvenirs and glaring at me. I motion that she can go in front of me and she retorts to this by saying, "Oh, you're just doing that because I'm black. No, I'll stay right here. Wouldn't want to "boost" your ego with you helpin' a black woman." She rants a little but I feel like I'm about to pass out so I just ignore her.
Suddenly, the cash register next to me opens up and the woman is right there, ready to be served. I just shamble behind her, I'm now second in the line, and a few more people go behind me. I'm holding the water bottle to my neck in an attempt to cool down a bit and leaning on the counter because I'm really not okay. The cashier scans all the items the woman has, shows her the amount, and the woman decides that she doesn't want an item. This means she removes the item, and the cashier does another transaction. This happens five times in a row with her removing or adding items. I kid you not. I was sorely tempted to pop the bottle open and take the dramamine and water in line because I knew I was going to have to run to catch my flight after such a long wait. I was sorely tempted to join many of the people who left the line for the longer line that seemed to have a shorter wait. Near transaction three of the woman, a really nice older man was behind me and tapped me on the shoulder to ask if I was okay (apparently I was really white). I'm pretty submissive and quiet among people I do not know, or people I encounter at any other situation other than an anime convention, so I tried to pretend I was just fine. This is a short excerpt of what happened.
NG=Nice guy
SC=Who else
RM= The world traveller herself
NG: (towards SC) Ma'am, could you hurry it up. This little lady ( I like being called this for some reason) needs to get some liquids in her right quick.
SC: (turns and glares at me, than glares at the NG) Well, that little girl can wait. I got here first.
NG: Well, I'm not trying to be rude. (he motions to me as I'm trying to duck and hide while still leaning on the counter) She just doesn't look too good, that's all.
SC: (looks at me again) She's white, they always look like that. You're just doing this because I'm black.
The Nice Guy gives up and later leaves the line after giving me a nice sympathetic pat on the back. He still gets served before I do. Still, I get my stuff and, after explaining that I am okay to a concerned cashier, I run to my gate and make my flight. Now, onto the second part of my journey.
Four and a half hours of screaming and kicking
This second flight was the longest one. From San Francisco to Cleveland it was around 41/2 hours, give or take ten minutes. After taking my dramamine and drinking as much water as my body could handle, the uckiness I felt was gone and I was now really exhausted. However, behind me was a small child, around four or five years old, whose slightly unkept long black hair gave me flashbacks to Sadoka from Ringu and was apparently very upset at being on a plane. I only mention the Sadako thing because when the dramamine kicked in and I was slightly drugged, looking behind to see what I thought was the little girl who killed people in Ringu was slightly unnerving, but thinking back this could have been a premonition for the mayhem yet to come. When I was first boarding Sadako (her name now) was screaming. This wasn't too bad, I had brought my ipod and I've gotten used to screaming and yelling from kids from volunteering in daycares. However, after about ten seconds in the air, Sadako began kicking my chair. It was like she was playing soccer, and the chair was her ball.
Being someone whose extremely tolerant when it comes to kids, I put up with this for about something in the vicinity of forty minutes. This kid apparently was far more persistent than I thought any child could be. Forty continuous minutes, I timed her. After this, my drug addled brain thought that maybe she would be willing to stop if I asked her politely.
RM=your now tired narrator
S= Sadako
SM= Sadako's mother, who I would consider the real SC
RM: (turning around to face the little girl and after a slight surprise from the resemblance of the child behind her looking like a certain horror movie character) Um, honey, could you please stop kicking my chair. I'm tired and I want to take a nap.
S: NO! (resumes kicking)
RM: Please honey. I'm tired and I really want to sleep. I could trade you some pencils and paper (I always carry these) to draw on for awhile if you're bored.
S: NO!
RM: (sees she is getting nowhere with this and is just about ready to start crying with how tired/frustrated she is) (turns to SM whose listening to music) Ma'am?
SM: (no response)
RM: (reaching through the chairs to tap SM) Ma'am?
SM: (takes off headphones) What? (this is said in what I like to call the "you have inconvenienced me, piss off tone)
RM: I'm sorry ma'am, but your daughter's been kicking my chair for the last half hour or so. I'm really tired and would like to sleep. Could you please ask her to stop?
SM: Mind your own business, she can do what she wants! (puts headphones back on, daughter continues kicking my chair)
RM:
Sadako kicked my chair for most of the four and a half hour flight. I think the hour of peace she gave me was actually because she was sleeping, which happens to be a coincidence cause that's when I fell asleep (or passed out). What really pissed me off the most was the parent not trying to control her kid. I could understand if Sadako was bored and that's why she was kicking my chair, and I could understand why she didn;t really want to listen to me (I remembered later when I was more awake that our parents do teach us not to talk to strangers which could have been the reason why she yelled at me, the crazy art supply peddling dramamine dope), but I think the fact that her child was kicking the back of another passengers chair for over thirty minutes should have meant something to the mother. Maybe I'm overreacting, I was really stressed out so I could just be blowing things way out of proportion.
The cloud did have a silver lining though, the couple next to me was really nice and gave me some of the cookies they brought along with them. It was nice after all the stress.
And that is the end. I hope you enjoyed. I am currently writing this from my Grampa's house, eating cookies and relaxing.
Due to a recent family issue, Rena took three planes to get from Portland, OR, to Louisville, Kentucky( I can't remember the abbreviation). The first flight, from Portland to San Francisco, wasn't that bad except for a slight bought of air sickness. When I arrived in San Francisco, I was slightly dehydrated, due to drinking everything but water that morning, and slightly ill. I figured I'd get some medicine and water at a store in the airport but first, I wanted to know where the terminal for my flight was. After getting lost twice and wandering around for twenty minutes, I found my terminal and quickly went to the store.
The never-ending transaction
As you know I'm dehydrated and not feeling well. I was also overheating too for some real weird reason and apparently looked like I was about to pass out. When I went to the store, I grabbed the cheapest bottle of water from the cooler, and then I grabbed some dramamine for the air sickness. There was one register open, so I got in line. From behind me I hear this "huff" noise and wearily turn around to see a woman of African American descent (mentioned because it's relevant) with her arms full of souvenirs and glaring at me. I motion that she can go in front of me and she retorts to this by saying, "Oh, you're just doing that because I'm black. No, I'll stay right here. Wouldn't want to "boost" your ego with you helpin' a black woman." She rants a little but I feel like I'm about to pass out so I just ignore her.
Suddenly, the cash register next to me opens up and the woman is right there, ready to be served. I just shamble behind her, I'm now second in the line, and a few more people go behind me. I'm holding the water bottle to my neck in an attempt to cool down a bit and leaning on the counter because I'm really not okay. The cashier scans all the items the woman has, shows her the amount, and the woman decides that she doesn't want an item. This means she removes the item, and the cashier does another transaction. This happens five times in a row with her removing or adding items. I kid you not. I was sorely tempted to pop the bottle open and take the dramamine and water in line because I knew I was going to have to run to catch my flight after such a long wait. I was sorely tempted to join many of the people who left the line for the longer line that seemed to have a shorter wait. Near transaction three of the woman, a really nice older man was behind me and tapped me on the shoulder to ask if I was okay (apparently I was really white). I'm pretty submissive and quiet among people I do not know, or people I encounter at any other situation other than an anime convention, so I tried to pretend I was just fine. This is a short excerpt of what happened.
NG=Nice guy
SC=Who else
RM= The world traveller herself
NG: (towards SC) Ma'am, could you hurry it up. This little lady ( I like being called this for some reason) needs to get some liquids in her right quick.
SC: (turns and glares at me, than glares at the NG) Well, that little girl can wait. I got here first.
NG: Well, I'm not trying to be rude. (he motions to me as I'm trying to duck and hide while still leaning on the counter) She just doesn't look too good, that's all.
SC: (looks at me again) She's white, they always look like that. You're just doing this because I'm black.
The Nice Guy gives up and later leaves the line after giving me a nice sympathetic pat on the back. He still gets served before I do. Still, I get my stuff and, after explaining that I am okay to a concerned cashier, I run to my gate and make my flight. Now, onto the second part of my journey.
Four and a half hours of screaming and kicking
This second flight was the longest one. From San Francisco to Cleveland it was around 41/2 hours, give or take ten minutes. After taking my dramamine and drinking as much water as my body could handle, the uckiness I felt was gone and I was now really exhausted. However, behind me was a small child, around four or five years old, whose slightly unkept long black hair gave me flashbacks to Sadoka from Ringu and was apparently very upset at being on a plane. I only mention the Sadako thing because when the dramamine kicked in and I was slightly drugged, looking behind to see what I thought was the little girl who killed people in Ringu was slightly unnerving, but thinking back this could have been a premonition for the mayhem yet to come. When I was first boarding Sadako (her name now) was screaming. This wasn't too bad, I had brought my ipod and I've gotten used to screaming and yelling from kids from volunteering in daycares. However, after about ten seconds in the air, Sadako began kicking my chair. It was like she was playing soccer, and the chair was her ball.
Being someone whose extremely tolerant when it comes to kids, I put up with this for about something in the vicinity of forty minutes. This kid apparently was far more persistent than I thought any child could be. Forty continuous minutes, I timed her. After this, my drug addled brain thought that maybe she would be willing to stop if I asked her politely.
RM=your now tired narrator
S= Sadako
SM= Sadako's mother, who I would consider the real SC
RM: (turning around to face the little girl and after a slight surprise from the resemblance of the child behind her looking like a certain horror movie character) Um, honey, could you please stop kicking my chair. I'm tired and I want to take a nap.
S: NO! (resumes kicking)
RM: Please honey. I'm tired and I really want to sleep. I could trade you some pencils and paper (I always carry these) to draw on for awhile if you're bored.
S: NO!
RM: (sees she is getting nowhere with this and is just about ready to start crying with how tired/frustrated she is) (turns to SM whose listening to music) Ma'am?
SM: (no response)
RM: (reaching through the chairs to tap SM) Ma'am?
SM: (takes off headphones) What? (this is said in what I like to call the "you have inconvenienced me, piss off tone)
RM: I'm sorry ma'am, but your daughter's been kicking my chair for the last half hour or so. I'm really tired and would like to sleep. Could you please ask her to stop?
SM: Mind your own business, she can do what she wants! (puts headphones back on, daughter continues kicking my chair)
RM:
Sadako kicked my chair for most of the four and a half hour flight. I think the hour of peace she gave me was actually because she was sleeping, which happens to be a coincidence cause that's when I fell asleep (or passed out). What really pissed me off the most was the parent not trying to control her kid. I could understand if Sadako was bored and that's why she was kicking my chair, and I could understand why she didn;t really want to listen to me (I remembered later when I was more awake that our parents do teach us not to talk to strangers which could have been the reason why she yelled at me, the crazy art supply peddling dramamine dope), but I think the fact that her child was kicking the back of another passengers chair for over thirty minutes should have meant something to the mother. Maybe I'm overreacting, I was really stressed out so I could just be blowing things way out of proportion.
The cloud did have a silver lining though, the couple next to me was really nice and gave me some of the cookies they brought along with them. It was nice after all the stress.
And that is the end. I hope you enjoyed. I am currently writing this from my Grampa's house, eating cookies and relaxing.
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