... is NOT the kind of plane I was on last night.
After leaving for the Portland airport at 7:45 am, catching a flight to Denver at 11 am, then connecting in Albuquerque, I finally got to Clovis, New Mexico. The first two planes were pretty big, 3 seats on each side. I'm then running through the Albuquerque airport, stressed because I can't find my gate to catch my third and final flight of the day. I arrive at Gate 1, and immediately think "this can't be it." Well, it was. "It" was a 19 seater plane, with 2 pilots, and 2, yes 2, passengers. I fly about 3 times a month, so I didn't get nervous about this little plane until the lady flying next to me started screaming and yelling that she was so scared. I was trying to relax and read my Cosmo, when all I could think about was smacking her across the head with it.
The cabin of the plane. |
Needless to say it was a long flight. But after 50 minutes we finally landed on the ground. I step off the plane and immediately smell cows (Stace was right). I walk into the one room airport and anxiously await my ride.
This is my first full day at Eastern New Mexico University and it is jammed packed (just the way I like it!). I have only 5 short days here and I'm off to Dayton, OH to visit the lovely ladies of Eta Pi and Wright State!
The small plane would have been pleasant if the other passenger wasn't freaking out.
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