I seem to always get seated at the back of the plane. I’m not quite sure why, but the rear lavatory and I are consistently on intimate terms. On this flight, I was seated next to the window in the last row and was the last person off the plane. It’s one reason I like flying Southwest, where I can pick a middle seat up front.
Although sitting at the back of the plane stinks — sometimes literally — it does give you time for people watching, and inner heckling. “Hey Grampa, have some consideration for those of us trying to make a connection and put your freaking sweater on after you leave the plane!” “Lady, do us all a favor and use baggage check for that oversized bag next time!” “And Mountain Man, please remember when you turn around that that overstuffed backpack is knocking into the people behind you!”
Kish and I have been up in Maine, staying in a cottage where there is no TV, no internet, and incredibly spotty cell phone reception. We were going to go watch the Ohio State-Penn State game at a bar, but at the last minute the neighbors invited us over for a get-acquainted dinner and we couldn’t say no. I drove to the store and heard the Buckeyes were behind 28-17, but after that point we were off the grid for the rest of the night without any way to check the score. I am embarrassed to say that I figured Ohio State had lost.
So you can imagine my delight when I arrived at the Bangor airport, was able to check my emails and the news, and found the Buckeyes won a come-from-behind thriller that keeps them in the conversation for the College Football Playoffs. Apparently J.T. Barrett played an almost perfect game, and the Buckeyes defense cam up big when it counted. Sometimes next day news is good news.
Now I’m wondering if the YouTube 30-minute replay will be available when I get home.