Flight to San Francisco

With the flight voucher that my sister transferred to my name, I decided to fly to San Francisco to do some sightseeing. I've been to the city once before but all I saw was the airport, hotel and office building, none of which was actually in the heart of San Francisco (I might as well have been in central New Jersey). Knowing that I had a 6am flight to catch on Friday morning, I didn't get much sleep on Thursday night. And much to weather.com's credit, it began to pour and thunder around 2am, and within another hour, my alarm went off. Great, this was going to be a 'fun' flight. My dad was kind enough to drive me to the airport at 4am, and the rain was coming down so hard at certain points that it seemed like someone was pouring buckets full of water onto our windshield. I had remembered to take out my liquid cosmetics and put them in a sandwich bag in my carry-on. What I didn't remember was that I had bought a gift for my cousin Jolly, whom I was staying with in San Francisco, and it was box of bath products at the bottom of my suitcase. So I'm going along the security line, thinking everything was fine, when this lady asked for check my suitcase for liquids. I was like, uh, I took out all the liquids. As she starts completely destroying my neatly folded clothes, I remembered. AHHHHHH. She takes out the box, which had wrapping paper around it. I told her that it was a gift of bath products and that I will just go back out and check my bag. I think she was slightly incompetent and did not understand that concept and proceeds to UNWRAP the box! Who does that?! She then opens the actual box to look inside at each bottle, and by this point, I was really angry but I figured that I can't piss off the security people or they might not let me through, so I remained calm and just said that I am going to check my bag, again. She unsuccessfully attempts to put the box back into the wrapping and rips a big hole in the paper. So now with my clothes and everything all over the place in my suitcase, she zips it up and tells me to go check it. AHHHHHH. I wanted to tell someone off. I wanted to cry in frustration. I wanted to call a friend to whine and complain. But I was able to calm myself down with the thought, is this really how I want my trip to San Francisco to start off?! What's done is done, as long as I check my bag and get on my flight, who cares about what just happened?

On the flight to Charlotte, there was a little kid sitting in back of me with his dad. I couldn't tell by the voice whether it was boy or a girl, so I'm going to assume it's a boy. He kept asking his dad questions, very coherent and intelligent, but cute questions, before takeoff. Like, is that a jumbo plane? What are those people doing? Why are those lights there? And I guess his dad gave him something to eat. The kid goes, will the pilot get angry if we eat on the plane? LOL, I almost laughed out loud at how adorable that question was coming from a little kid.

On the flight from Charlotte to San Francisco, I sat in the aisle seat, the middle seat was empty, and this guy sat in the window seat. He was polite, but I have never met anyone so fidgety. And not just fidgety like twiddling his thumbs. He had his headphones on the entire time, and would get really into the music with his head and hand movements, then he takes a magazine from the pocket of the seat in front of him and flip through the pages at lightening speeds, then take out a book to read and put it down after 5 minutes, go to the bathroom, take out his laptop and proceed to type so loudly and hard that I was sure the keys were going to fly off. Not only that, every 10 minutes or so, he would adjust in his seat and I thought my chair was going to detach from the floor of the airplane. I felt stressed out just watching him. Everything he did was done with 10 times the force that was necessary, and when I handed him his umbrella after we landed, I was a little afraid that I might accidentally get hit in the head with it. It was definitely an uncomfortable although amusing flying experience.