Sometimes It Isn’t What You Write, It’s What You Write OnPosted: June 26, 2013
When I find something to write about, I make a note to myself about it. Topics that I am eager to handle are a big problem. I want to sit down and go right to work. Life doesn’t always allow for that.
The idea for a post on Airport Pizza came to me last week. In the few minutes I had between forming the idea and boarding a plane I stored the first few lines of the post in my phone.
Settled in, with my iPod on, I relaxed and realized that 90 minutes on a plane with nothing to do is an opportunity to write. Paper was easy to find; I took up my pen and went to work. Words flowed. My make shift desk (the in-flight magazine) was just right…after all, tray tables must be in their full upright and locked position during boarding and take off.
Other passengers filed in and chose their seats. The two prime exit row seats to my left stayed empty. There was writing to do, so I didn’t dwell on it. I was still writing when a man took the aisle seat just before we left the gate. No one took the seat between us.
I paused to watch the world beneath the plane get smaller. Glancing around the cabin, I noticed it was a full flight. Nearly every seat was taken. Mysteriously, I still had the luxury of the leg room of an exit row and the elbow room of a vacant seat beside me.
It’s Not Them, It’s Me
Me, the guy who’d been sitting alone in an exit row while everyone else had filed on to the plane.
Me, happily writing, not paying a bit of attention to anything around me.
Me, pouring words on to the only blank paper I could get my hands on.
In retrospect, I probably would not have chosen to sit next to the guy scrawling his thoughts on an airsickness bag either. My apologies go out to any of you who might have been on that flight and made the choice to stand at the back of the plane to avoid me. You had no way of knowing how harmless I am and every reason to believe I was potentially dangerous.
In the event that my actions caught the attention of the good people of the Transportation Security Administration, I’d like to start by saying hello and that I appreciate the job that you do. I hope that you’ll find it in your hearts to allow me to continue flying. I promise that, on future flights, I will either bring my own paper or put my pen in my checked luggage.