RANDOM THOUGHTS from 35,000 feet.
When you have an eight and a half hour flight, a lot of things run through your brain. Not useful things, just random things. Knowing you couldn’t wait to read my worthless thoughts while crossing the Atlantic, I thought I’d share them on today’s BLOG. You are totally welcome!
Things like, who actually designed these seats in cattle class? I’d like to punch them right now. Like I said, random thoughts.
Here’s a thought – Did the airlines intentionally hire grumpy gate agents or do we passengers just drive them bat crazy?
And while I’m in that vein, what exactly do they type so brutally on those keyboards. It’s like they hate the letters and just want to smash them.
Why is it that we all rush to get on the plane, only to wait for the guy with a massive carry-on that won’t fit overhead?
I’m not sure why, but when the person in front of me reclines on a full flight, that just sends me over the cliff. Is there no respect for airplane etiquette?
If the movies on the plane can be awesome without all the “F-bombs” and nudity, why can’t we see the airplane version in the theaters?
If you have ever flown before, why start on this flight?
Why is it that we can put a man on the moon, talk without wires from sea to shining sea, but cannot come up with a way to keep people on a flight from farting?
Will my luggage make it to my final destination this time?
The little girl sitting near me is so much better at Sudoko than I am.
Never eat seafood before you fly. Just sayin’.
When did the Lord decide that the world should be so diverse. I like it that way, but wow. This world is a lot bigger than Gwinnett County, Georgia.
I love to travel, especially once I get there.
The Lord did some cool diversity work when He decided to place me and Jenny together as a team. We are so different and yet so much alike. I am terribly impatient and she is patient beyond belief, until someone crosses me or one of our girls or their families. At that point she can come completely unglued. She’s kinda cute when she gets that way. There is no telling what she might do to protect or defend us. It’s such a contrast. We both will scrap with anybody, I just want to scrap much faster.
I think we are all like that, really. We are complex and unique creations. We all have the complexities that come with things like, patient yet feisty. Gracious yet ferocious, peace-filled but capable of so much angst. I’m so grateful this world is filled with folks that are so different than I am. And I am so glad that Jenny is my girl. The Lord knew that I desperately needed her. I love you, Jenn!
One last thought before I try to sleep whilst the dude in front of me is using me for a pillow. I feel like I could go all Dusty Rhodes, the American Dream bionic elbow on him right now. But then, I’m a pastor. Bad idea.
Just in case you are wondering…and I’m certain that you are, I’m listening to one of my favorite Spotify playlists, “60’s Rock Anthems.” Specifically, Bob Dillon’s “Like a Rolling Stone.”
Oh, Oh, Oh! One parting thought. I remember my Pop thinking that Creedence Clearwater Revival was a gospel group. That popped into my head as I transitioned from Bob Dillon to CCR’s “Proud Mary.”
See you here tomorrow for my 4forFRIDAY. Recommended reads, listens, learnings and reviews.
Go In Peace, AChuck
PS: Spain’s version of TSA is much nicer THAN THE FINE FOLKS IN Atlanta’s Hartsfield, Maynard Jackson, International Airport.
