QMusings

I was in the middle row in the middle seat in Business class on a Boeing 777.

I was surrounded by primarily business folks based on the attire and Blackberrys that were being thumbed until the last minute. I felt a bit like “what one thing is not like the others” but …. what else  is new. There’s the four-foot-ten-and-three-quarter-inches thing. Then there’s the Big Purple Backpack thing (which I had to check in at Heathrow as they only allow a SINGLE carryon), the photos-of-bathroom thing and this time around I had a real Spaz Thing going on.

I was really spastic on this flight. I like to keep hydrated (it’s not always about red wine) and had a glass of it of water on the foldout tray.

I had the wine (red) sitting in the little cup indentation in the tray table.

Well, if you have ever flown, you know how crowded your seat can get - stuff is never where you think it is and you’re always rearranging things.  I had all my stuff tucked in around me in my seat because in business class there is a LOT of legroom and the seatpocket is far away from me.

I was essentially insulated by my stuff: books, index cards, menu, flight magazines, purse.

I was twisting around looking for something when I noticed that the water glass was now laying in my insulation. EXPLETIVE!

Yes, the full glass of water (thank goodness it wasn’t wine) had spilled into my seat. The dinner service had begun so I was stuck in my ever-dampening seat as the carts blocked the aisles and everyone’s meals were being place on their trays.

The flight attendants didn’t have towels so I had to just wait.

When I was able to get up, it looked like I peed in my pants. Great. The guy next to me (who was nice enough to take a photo of me when we first boarded) probably thought I was a dork. He offered me some tissues but I refused knowing that it was pointless.

 I had to laugh at the situation though. I mean my entire backside was wet! It wasn’t really a big deal as it was only water and I grabbed stack of paper towels and blotted up as best I could and put a stack on the seat as well, figuring that I’d be fairly dry by the time we landed. 

I later ended up getting a wodge of butter on my shirt as well. Yeesh. So I had a wet spot and a grease spot.  Well, no one ever accused Ms. Q of being Cool.

So I land at Heathrow fairly dry and take a bus to another terminal and learn that I can only have one carryon. So I shuffle stuff between bags and check in the Big Purple Backpack.

Since I have a first class ticket on British Airways I have access to their lounge and when I learn that YES they offer free showers, I go for it. I had brought spare panties and a tee shirt just in case.

I’m telling ya, a shower and fresh panties - it’s the pause that refreshes.

The pants are dry and the grease spot has been replaced with a fresh tee shirt.

I hope some of that spaz went down the drain as well.

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