As many know, I generally avoid flying in the back of the plane. I leave that to other experts, such as Seat 31B. Nevertheless, yesterday I was glad to have a seat on a flight 2 hours earlier, thanks to a nice benefit for American Airlines Executive Platinum members. What follows is my attempt to share my experiences – Tales from Seat 28B.
It all started with an early arrival on our flight from Liberia, Costa Rica.
Needless to say, we made it, and as an added bonus, to further give us the “back of the plane” experience, the gate agent was gate checking bags.
About this time, folks on twitter started noticing that something was amiss, and had some fun.
About mid-way on the flight, things were getting a bit intense, so I had to turn to twitter to share my experiences.
More twitter confusion ensued.
A little further through the flight, I was starting to question humanity. Or rather, how long a baby can cry for, non-stop. Luckily, there are not often crying babies in business or first class, so, I had no previous data points to go on.
Now that I had provided some news, I felt the need to keep reporting the news, right as it happened. I was awfully surprised when 27A’s phone rang, although I can’t say that hasn’t ever happened before…
I think the pilots were having fun too, as we were doing a little slaloming, I assume to help slow us down, since we had a relative direct shot approach, which was a first, and very much appreciated.
We landed, and even had a gate. This was a first for me, when flying American Airlines into Reagan National. Of course, I was left sitting on the plane, as the gaggle of people in front of us took their time to deplane. I never realized how long it takes a plane to empty out. I mean, I did, but, its been years since I was actually one of the last dozen people off.
At some point, I think I got a bit punchy, so I tried to have some fun:
Of course, my good friend Joe Cheung said this was incoherent. I don’t know how you get more descriptive in 140 characters. The dude in 27A was wearing an aloha shirt, and my attempt was to say that we walked over him to get off the plane. Of course, this was total tongue in cheek and kidding around. I was happy to be off the plane, and made a break for it.
So there you have it folks – tales from Seat 28B, a seat that I hope not to frequent, but I was sure happy to be home 2 hours early!