Imagine the longest plane trip you ever took.
Was it two hours, four hours, or more?
For me, it would be to China.
Sixteen hours from New York to Hong Kong.
I hate to fly. With a passion.
What helps me when flying?
No, not that, silly.
The onboard entertainment. Movies, games, television, and the map of where you are so you can see how many hours of sheer torture you have left.
The entertainment was the only way my kids made it to and from China alive. I promise.
Well, today, Dave left for Seoul….a mere stepping stone to Hong Kong. And a slightly shorter trip of only 13 hours.
Like that makes a huge difference. (snort)
Shortly after he boarded, I got an email saying the flight crew had just announced that the onboard entertainment would not be available due to mechanical issues.
Can you imagine?
If I was a mom on that flight and traveling with my kids, I would have hung my head in my hands and cried.
And then begged for something to ease my pain.
I hope everyone on board arrives safe and sound in Seoul.
Especially the moms.