What in the holy hell is going on. We are on the plane to Dublin. No one told us it was the geriatric-express. There are currently 5 old-timers going for a stroll around the plane. Stretching the old legs? Can't sleep like ya used to? Well, I feel you on the last one there, gramps. I have gramma Esther in front of me decide that she was just gonna go ahead and recline back a bit. Right gut into my knees. Yeah, that resistance you felt, that was my knee caps. Now the screen that was in front of me is more at collar one level and directed to my stomach. So much for sleep. The jack-asses behind us fell asleep with their lights on. That wasted light is spilling over into my eyeballs. So much for darkening the plane out. So much for trying to watch TV to pass the time. So much for Internet (it isn't free). Please tell me this is going to get better.
At this moment, it appears the Lisa has succumbed to the Ambien that we both took 3 1/2 hours ago. I hope she has. At least one of us is getting rested (somewhat).
I guess I had some pretty unrealistic expectations regarding this part of the trip. Lesson learned I hope. I now know that planes generally don't lend comfort too well to people with 6'2" frame.
Well it just so happens that Aer Lingus has Always Sunny in Philadelphia episodes. Fucking sweet. Well, only 2 episodes. So here goes the next 44 minutes.
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