Knits On A Plane

I flew back from Atlanta this afternoon, after visiting my cousin, Tessa, and her family since last Thursday.  We were even able to swing a quick visit with Travis (her older brother) on the way to the airport. 

I love air travel (probably because it's always a personal trip, and I don't have to do it for work.)  I find it relaxing and almost always worth the money, since it cuts down on all of the crap I have to do to get anywhere.   While I'm not a fan of the baggage fees (really, it's stupid...and it creates a stupid "stuff-it-all" mentality that takes nothing but more time at the gate) I appreciate air travel on the whole. 

I generally wait until the very last minute to board a plane....why get on early?  I get that first class customers pay extra for a number of things, including the ability to board first...but why in the world is that a perk?   First of all, it's hot, and they have to sit and watch allllllll of the other customers file past them, way back, to their coach seats.  Plus they have to wait much longer for the plane to take off.  I don't get it - clearly I was not meant to be a first-class flyer. 

I was probably in the last dozen people to get on the plane -- I walked in, sat down, and settled in. Surprisingly, the travelers sitting next to me (I was by the window) weren't in their seats yet!  I pulled out my knitting and a cutie gay couple came down the aisle with their eyes fixed on the two seats next to me.  We exchanged hellos...and a sympathetic "sorry you're so tall" nod for the one guy...and we were set to go.

"Okay! Things are about to get crazy!" The tall guy said.  I looked over to see what he meant....and they both pulled out THEIR knitting.  It was like Christmas morning -- knitters! Row 21!  Yaaay!!   The tall one was working an intricate lace pattern, the guy in the middle, a baby sweater, and I was in the middle of a baby hat.  

Even the stewardesses called us out on the overhead, after the flight rules....something about "free knitting lessons, row 21."  I was in heaven.

Really it was a great way to end the trip - I had plenty of time to knit while Tessa and I were catching up, or watching movies with the girls.  The guys in the row with me were talkative, but not overly chatty (just like I like it) and they didn't give me weird looks for knitting on the plane!  Bonus!!