A Few More Flights of IdeaRs….

Have you seen the younger generation walking around the grocery store with their white ear buds hanging out? Of course you have. Here’s my question, if they’re listening to music, why are they NOT singing along? Dancing, moving, smiling? I cannot listen to music without reacting to it somehow. Ok, ok, maybe they’re listening to something else. A podcast, book on tape, or maybe, just maybe, they wear those earbuds so NO ONE will attempt a conversation with them.
Rude.
I went into the Post Orifice recently in Estero to have our mail temporarily forwarded. I waited in line ~10min to find out it’s all “done online now.”(Silly ol’ antiquated me.) Anywho, there’s was a younger male employee working the counter. He had ONE earbud in his right ear. WTH? This is okay at work? I watched and listened to him closely. (No privacy in this particular Post Orifice). He seemed to know what he was doing despite listening to his ear bud, answering questions and checking people out simultaneously. Or maybe he can’t stand the guy working to his right and this is his way of tuning him out. Also rude. My guess is that there will be an entire generation of people going deaf sooner than us baby’s boomers have. This kid will be saying, “Yeah, my right ear’s no good. Talk into my left.” Btw, how do these ear bud things not fall out of their ears? Oh, they do, do they? Genius marketing ploy. Let’s see how dumb these people are now? We’ll get rid of those tangled wires. Wireless is best, right? Just wait till they fall out of their ears and have to buy new ones! Hahahahahaaaa!!!! Like I said, Genius!

Next Flight of IdeaRs:

Helloooo, most airlines! Quick question:

Why can’t I buy an $89 airline ticket for a real seat for each of my cats rather than spending $125+/cat to get crammed in their carrier under the seat in front of me? (Yes, Avelo Airlines out of Tweed in CT has $89 tickets for direct flights from Fort Myers to N’Haven). I’ll make sure their carriers are buckled tightly! I promise. Avelo is not the only carrier where my seat was cheaper than each of my cats under the seat spot. (Foot/legroom? What’s that? Full disclose: I have now convinced Joe that he must, must, must pay for more legroom!! )
As for traveling with my cats, not fun. (Just ask brother Billy) For starters, my female, calico, feisty Fiona is pissed off the entire time! Meowing and clawing at inside of carrier repeatedly. The one time I gave her a “happy pill”, she crapped in her carrier less than 10 min after takeoff. That was not funny!! The whispered conversation between Joe and myself was. My nurse’s nose can smell just about anything from a mile away. Shite? Oh yeah! That’s easy. Back in the ancient days of my nursing career, I could tell who shite the bed when patient rooms had 4, yes 4 patients, in them. Nurse’s noses know! Anywho, I leaned over to Joe which was not hard to do because we’re practically sitting on each other. Think, sardines! (Debbie Andrews!) I whisper to him, “I smell shite.” His answer, “Really? I don’t.” Big surprise, he never can smell what I smell. Never. I know, he’s a guy and not a nurse, but it still irritates me. Me: “You think I’m lying? I smell it, I swear.” Joe: “I believe you, I just don’t smell it.” Joe: “Maybe the guy in front of you shite his pants while farting. He probably Sharted!! It is after all, a flight to FLORIDA!” He can irritate me but yes, always makes me laugh, too. Think I’ll keep him.
Me: After scoping out this man in front of me as much as I could see, I say, “Nah, he’s too coiffed. Hair is perfect, nice pressed shirt. It’s not him.”
I attempt to look into Fiona’s carrier but it ain’t easy because there is absolutely no extra room. I break my neck trying to reach down blindly bec there is literally no extra room. Maybe I’m just too fat, I get it. Thank God for long arms. So, I reach down and unzip a smidgeon and yup, there it is. OMG, I don’t feckin believe this. She has shite IN her carrier, <10 min into our 2.45 hr flight. We had’t even reached 10,000 ft yet. So no moving around. Eventually, I break my neck again and drag her carrier out from her $125 cramped, cozy spot underneath the chair and climb over Joe and some poor soul on the aisle. (Yes, I had the window seat bec I’m glued to aka LOVE looking out the window!!) I smile, apologize and head to the bathroom built for I don’t know whom, but I think the bathrooms on Tiny Houses are bigger… anyway, luckily I had lots of “Covid” wipes with me and plastic garbage bags… spent at least 10 min in the bathroom cleaning her up and throwing out the fuzzy cushion from her carrier. Folded it on itself and crammed it down the “push here” 5 x5” square for garbage. When I finallllly exited the WC, toilette, salle de bains, the flight attendant gave me such a rotten look… My reply with sweat on my brow and a smile on my face, “Shit happens!”
Pray for no “flying shite” this Friday. Not from Fiona, her brother, me or Joe!
Cue: the KMart commercial that never made it to TV: “I just shipped my bed!” Google it. Hilarious!

Happy Flag Day 2023!
Forever in peace may you wave! 🇺🇸

XO, Kate 6/14/23