Furthermore, I was seated on the aisle in the center section, in the row where they hang the auxiliary movie screen. Why Delta has to show a movie on the redeye flights, I have no idea; everyone around me seemed to be asleep. Fortunately, I was able to sleep through the images of The Corpse Bride (not my first choice of movie viewing--sorry, gang) flashing five inches from my nose.
Of course, the corker was, when it came time to take the screen down, the flight attendants couldn't do it, meaning that I and several of my closest friends from the trip had to wait while they called "the guy" to fix it. Needless to say, I was the last guy off the plane. Which wasn't bad when you consider that, by the time I got to the baggage claim area, the only bag on the carousel was mine.
Has anyone else noticed that, with the proliferation of cellular technology, airports have become one huge phone booth? I don't mind people talking on the phone, but when they're trying to talk on the phone and are walking five inches from my ass, oblivious to the fact that there's a 350 lb man walking slowly in front of them, I have to wonder. I guess I've never mastered the art (?) of talking on the phone while walking at full speed. I wish a lot more people would forget how to do it. The other thing that gets me is, nearly everyone on the plane was talking on the phone while trying to get settled in. It was 10:30 at night. Who the hell are they talking to? And then, the minute the wheels hit the tarmac, the phone's out and on and they're making phone calls at 6:30 in the morning. I mean, really. Do these people have to spend every waking hour on the goddamn phone?