Urban Shaman
Tuesday,January 4th,6:45 a.m.
There's nothing worse than a red-eye flight.
Well, all right, that's wildly untrue. There are lots of things worse than red-eye flights. There are starving children in Africa, hate crimes and Austin Powers's teeth. That's just off the top of my head.
But I was crammed into an airplane seat that wouldn't comfortably hold a four-year-old child, and had been for so many hours I was no longer certain what species I belonged to. I hadn't slept in over a day.I was convinced that if someone didn't stay awake,the airplane would fall out of the sky,and I couldn't trust anyone else to do the job.
My stomach was alternating between nausea from the airline meal I'd eaten hours earlier, and hunger from not eating another revolting meal more recently. I'd forgotten to take my contact lens case with me in my carry-on,and my eyes were burning. My spine was so bent out of shape I'd have to visit a chiropractor for a week to stand up straight again.I was flying back from a funeral to be fired.
Overall, starving children in Africa were taking a distant second to my own misery and discomfort. Shallow, but true.
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