see all cities »


Jet Set

I was in Vancouver recently, and since my mom is a flight attendant for an un-named airline, I fly instead of taking the ferry (I’m about to lose that privilege however because of my age. Thanks, un-named airline). Thing is, I really don’t like to fly.

This flight was easily the most turbulent flight of my life, and as someone who spent her entire adolescence shuttling between yvr and yyc, I know a thing or two about turbulence. It was so bad that the woman behind me was literally sobbing and whimpering. Gimme a break. I don’t think anyone likes being in a tin can at 30,000 feet, hold it together and grip your armrests with clammy palms like the rest of us.

I always seem to be “randomly” chosen for a pat down or body scan (you get the choice now, so thoughtful!) when I pass through security. I guess I don’t look like I’m going to lose it on someone if they open up my bag and my meticulously arranged books/magazines/100 mL containers in Ziploc baggies explode onto the conveyor belt. Anywho, I opted for the body scan, wondering what all of the outrage was about when the technology was introduced. They can see the outline of your body? Oh the humanity!!

Since I was traveling on employee passes, I was standby. The 4pm flight got cancelled, the 4:30pm was full as a result, and so was the 5pm; three flights missed. The agent at customer service was kind enough to say, “Oh it’s too bad you weren’t listed on the 5pm.” Sorry, what? I was sitting right there. She mumbled something about my name not being transfered over after I had asked for it to be. Sigh. The 6pm was full but the 7pm would be wide open… Cancelled.

I decided to go to catch the last ferry, so I asked for my bag to be pulled (it had stand-by tags) but they “didn’t know where it was.” Airport speak for it went without me. It was so nice of them to send it ahead; it just loves plane rides.

I’ve devised a system for long haul flights; it involves saline nasal spray (dry nose from recycled plane air), alternating drinking water and ginger ale, the oh-so-fetching combination of the eyemask (I’m one of those people) with the semi-circle neck pillow and zinc and vitamin C lozenges. I’m pretty much a professional at this point.

creative commons image courtesy of David Jones

Why is flying so aggravating? I found this comic on The Oatmeal that sums everything up beautifully.

Student, future entrepreneur, blogger, traveler, soccer player, writer, amateur yogi, creativity enthusiast, fashion devotee.

One Response to “Jet Set”

Connor Edwards

Oh I definitely know this feeling! On the way back from Montreal (YUL) in November, I got stuck in YYZ on the Sunday of reading break (always the busiest!).

Nine hours and 6 flights later, I made it back to YYC and then YYJ. Albeit, with a very sore behind and a 4-hour ride in 1 of 2 cockpit jump seats!


Leave a Reply