A Mile High Blog, and a Banana Slapping in the Atlanta Airport

airplane view btw PIT-Newark

I believe these foggy valleys were in the Appalachian Mountains but I couldn’t verify.
View from the airplane between Pittsburgh and Newark
April 2012

Well, I promised if I could figure out how to do this airplane internet, I would blog from the air, so here I am. I have never used my webcam and quickplay seems disabled, so I’m just going to give you some photos from my flight to Viet Nam in April.

There is a reason I prefer train travel (actually, there are many) but I’ll save that for another blog. Since I had all these points to use and needed the most time with Kurt during his staycation, here I am, somewhere in the skies over America.

Alaskan mountains from the air

Airplane view of an Alaskan Mountain range on my flight to Viet Nam.
April 2012

The banana slapping is not quite as ominous as it sounds, but I figured it might entertain for today’s short blog. I left the house this morning with two bananas. Both were rather spotty brown, kind of perfect, really. I ate one on the way to the airport and saved the other for my second flight.

As I carried it to and from the first flight and rushed to connect to my next flight in Atlanta, I got a little sidetracked by my bag and looking at my boarding pass and the banana, held a little too far out from my side as I rummaged, slapped against a very well-dressed lady (coiffed to perfection, actually) at groin level.

mountains in Alaska as seen from the air

Airplane view of an Alaskan Mountain range on my flight to Viet Nam.
April 2012

I stopped. She stopped. We both turned to look at the banana then locked eyes. I stumbled through a couple “I’m so sorry”‘s while she glared quietly at me. I needed to get to my flight, but felt maybe there was a appropriate apology is for a smack in the crotch with an overripe banana in an international airport.

I started to apologize again. She looked at the offending fruit, back at the offending Marla, pursed her lips and made a little huffing sound. As she headed in the other direction, she brushed her slacks as though some banana peel might remain.

Still tired from my few hours of sleep and morning rush, I didn’t find the humor until at the gate. By then we were boarding and the errant, rotting banana was still with me. I giggled as I awkwardly carried it through the boarding gate, the quickly softening brown smooshing under my license and boarding pass as I held all three out to the attendant. She looked confused, as if I were somehow offering her the brown banana, but wriggled my pass from between my fingers and the fruit, scanned it and I shuffled along.

Alaskan mountains from the air

Airplane view of an Alaskan Mountain range on my flight to Viet Nam.
April 2012

I now wait patiently as our flight attendant rounds are delayed by turbulence, for the opportunity to tuck it into a garbage bag.

There you have it. The banana slapping in the Atlanta airport, and an idea of me, uncomfortably tucked under a laptop in a fully-packed flight, staring at the browning and adventurous banana.

Love, Marla

11 Comments on “A Mile High Blog, and a Banana Slapping in the Atlanta Airport

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  3. That lady had some nerve! How did she think the banana felt about the whole ordeal? Poor banana didn’t even get to be consumed after that and it was perfectly ripe. I laughed out loud on this one. Great story!

  4. I am imagining how that banana FELT to the uptight woman … a bit confusing? Or maybe arousing? …She couldnt decide whether to slap you or ask for your number! Ooo laa laaa

  5. Aww, sis…you missed it!!! THAT would have been the PERFECT time to just freeze, deadpan the lady, and SHOUT “…AND YOUR FATHER SMELT OF ELDERBERRIES!!!” and then just hurry off on your way!

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