angry 23 August 2009
Well, I surprised myself tonight by getting unreasonably angry about something that didn’t truly warrant it. Don’t know why as I am living a good clean existence at the moment so am fit, on the dry and generally up for stuff. SO, what was the problem? Well, I fly a lot as you know (my carbon footprint is a fright – one reason why I don’t also drive a car…) and generally choose to go Aer Lingus cos I get air miles and they might still look after you if there’s any problem and I am usually allocated a seat up the front at the aisle for a quick getaway (sometimes I am just transferring to a car to go filming). Tonight, the flight was a lease to another company and by the time I boarded there was no space for my case in the overhead locker. I spotted a space across the way if whoever owned the plastic bag (containing toiletries/duty free I’d‘ve said) would just move it to under the seat in front of them. The woman who owned it didn’t want to know so I thanked her sweetly (no, of course not really) and asked for help from the lass in charge – she couldn’t have been less interested in engaging so I schlepped to the VERY back of the plane and had to stow the thing there…which meant I also would have to wait till everyone was off the plane in London before I could retrieve the blessed bag. I BOILED for the journey, waiting for the BIG INCONVENIENCE that awaited me, which was a total waste of emotion/energy anyhow and not least tonight because, as it happened, it was a very uneventful, prompt flight and emptied quickly in Heathrow. I am a twat – fact.
