Well I got on the plane and had to crawl over my seat mate, and I was thinking geez this is going to be really embarrassing if the seat belt doesn't fit. I usually get on the plane before anyone else so I can discreetly pull out my extender, or before so I could struggle with the belt before people saw me struggling. So now it was just a matter of whether or not it would fit.
So I pulled the belt as far out as it would go and crossed my eyes and went to buckle my belt... it didn't fit. We were on one of those small commuter planes, and the seats were a little snug, and the belt just didn't fit. I started to panic, but trying to be cool about it I wiggled my butt as far back in the seat as I could get and yanked on the belt has hard as I could, and it gave. I guess it was caught up in something and I found that it fit just fine. I actually needed to tighten it, but I couldn't get my fingers under the belt to pull it out so I had to unhook the belt and readjust and re-hook. Yup, I took the seat belt off after I had it on and I was able to re-hook it up. I was free of the seat belt curse.
The next thing I did was check and see if I could get to the tray. I wear this billowy outfit and it spreads across the world (or at least across the seats) and I couldn't quite get my top out of the way to open the tray so not wanting to embarrass myself I quit trying. I was just happy to be in the chair and it fitting.
So the trip to Vegas was underway, but B's fate was still in the hands of those more powerful then us. So I didn't know if I was going to see her at 1:30 or at 8:00, I was hoping it would be 1:30. I was ready to relax and have some fun.
So I pulled the belt as far out as it would go and crossed my eyes and went to buckle my belt... it didn't fit. We were on one of those small commuter planes, and the seats were a little snug, and the belt just didn't fit. I started to panic, but trying to be cool about it I wiggled my butt as far back in the seat as I could get and yanked on the belt has hard as I could, and it gave. I guess it was caught up in something and I found that it fit just fine. I actually needed to tighten it, but I couldn't get my fingers under the belt to pull it out so I had to unhook the belt and readjust and re-hook. Yup, I took the seat belt off after I had it on and I was able to re-hook it up. I was free of the seat belt curse.
The next thing I did was check and see if I could get to the tray. I wear this billowy outfit and it spreads across the world (or at least across the seats) and I couldn't quite get my top out of the way to open the tray so not wanting to embarrass myself I quit trying. I was just happy to be in the chair and it fitting.
So the trip to Vegas was underway, but B's fate was still in the hands of those more powerful then us. So I didn't know if I was going to see her at 1:30 or at 8:00, I was hoping it would be 1:30. I was ready to relax and have some fun.
I KNEW the curse of the seat belt was broken - all it took was for T3 to accept it was (plus 260 days of effort to make it possible of course).
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Whoooooo hoooooo!
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