Baby Sutton and I have arrived safely in London. The flight was pretty fast – we actually  got in a little earlier than expected, and it lasted only about 9 hours. Really not too bad for door to door service.

Naturally, when on I got on board, there was a very elderly man sitting in my seat, which seems to happen pretty much every time I travel with an assigned seat. Usually I just suck it up an sit in the middle seat (trying to be respectful of the fact that even though I went out of my way to assign myself a seat 24 hours prior to takeoff, the elderly person might not have a computer, or if these particular ones do, they seem to think it is the toaster, because they did not bother to do the same), but I just really wanted to sit in the window so I could get some serious sleep and I made the guy move. It took forever, and I was beginning to wonder how I was going to get up to use the bathroom, since I have to go every 5 minutes, but I certainly wasn’t going to have him move again.

Unfortunately, the guy left his backpack on the floor, and had his arm resting fully in my seat, even though I kept placing his elbow back on the armrest.  I was really starting to get annoyed, when he finally settled in. Like the Hungarian woman on my last trip, he didn’t speak a word of English, but still kept grunting and pointing at things. I did my best to help him get his video set up (he was sitting on the headset so I gave him mine), then closed my eyes for sleep. And was “awakened” 5 minutes later when he kept trying to hold my hand!!!! At first I thought he wanted something, but no, he was just lonely I guess.  That is where I draw the line. And he just kept on doing it, so finally I just looked at him and emphatically said no, which seemed to solve the problem. he was SO So old, I almost wonder if he thought I was someone else?

I started to watch an onboard movie, but he kept leaning on my volume controls, on off switch, etc, so again, I just decided to try to sleep.

Then he pooped his pants. And everything kind of went downhill from there. I’m just going to leave it at that – your imaginary ending is probably better than what really happened.