Monday, November 21, 2011
Gulf Coast Saga: Day 1, Part 2 - Windowless Leaving Seattle
My travel profile includes window seat. I look forward to flying over the landscape, gazing down at meandering rivers, tilted fault-block mountain ranges, Cascade volcanoes, open-pit mines, belching industry, small towns, small airports, just about everything. I boarded the plane with this in mind. Boarding a plane is a routine that involves shuffling down the aisle to my row, dumping my bag in the overhead, squirming my way to the window seat, buckling in loosely, relaxing a bit, then taking a look out the window. What! Wait! Hey, no window. Yep seat 10A on this 737-800 had no window. I was honestly quite bummed. I told the young woman in the center seat next to me that I was going to draw a window with a face looking in. The upside to being windowless was that I read a book cover to cover between Seattle and Dallas-Forth Worth. As we were on approach into DFW, I strained to look out the window in the next row up. The young woman next to me who it turns out had a wicked sense of humor says to me "Looking out your imaginary window?"