2003-12-26
more water
So I always look like a homeless person when I travel.
I wear layers upon layers upon layers of clothing, pants under skirts, with tank tops and shirts and sweaters.
On the flight from Santiago, Chile, I made myself especially comfortable, as there were plenty of empty seats.
So I commandeered three seats in the center aisle, unhooked my bra, and slept for four or five hours.
When I woke up, the cabin crew was serving drinks and dry cookies, so I worked both side of the aisle for drinks.
On my third "more water" with cottonmouth and bad breath, I realized that the reason the steward was looking like me like I was an escaped mental patient was because the bra cups had worked their way up to my chin.
betholindo at 3:08 p.m.