Have you ever met a girly man? Well, I've met two. Now I know what Arnold, the Terminator, meant.
My name is Alex Smith, and I was 12 years old when this happened. This happened in August 2008. I was on a plane home from Oregon. This was my first time on a plane by myself. Before this happened, I had taken a plane to Salem, Oregon to spend two weeks with my cousins and relatives. My plane ride to Oregon was very long. Mainly because the plane kept making stops. Other than that, I had a good time in Oregon. Now it was time to go back to Maryland.
The beginning of my nightmare started on my second stop in South Dakota. Two men came on 10 minutes after the plane’s previous passengers had gotten off. They were about six feet tall. One of them had corn rolls, while the other was wearing a baseball cap. The man with corn rolls was black, while the man wearing the baseball cap was white. Right when they got on board, they began talking to each other. They were talking about something that had to do with Africa. At first I thought that they were friends, but then I noticed that the black man had a Jamaican accent, while the white man had an Australian accent.
An hour passed before I started to get annoyed by their speech. The thing that really annoyed me was their continuous conversation. I can understand three minutes. I can even understand ten minutes, but six hours straight, that was ridiculous. They were not talking in any foreign languages, they just never stopped talking. The problem was that they were not whispering at all. I saw people trying to sleep, trying to read, and trying to listen to music. They were the only ones talking throughout the six hour flight. What added on to my frustration and annoyance was that, my Nintendo DS’s battery was dead. I had already read my book at least five times. All of my film was used up in my camera. I wasn’t tired at all. Besides, with them talking, I wouldn’t be able to sleep even if I was tired. I really did not understand it. I could still hear their loud voices over the roar of the engines. I could even hear them more distinctively than the intercom. So, I just sucked it up and wouldn’t do anything for five more hours.
The decision to not do anything at all was the worst mistake ever. Two more hours passed and they were still talking! After three hours hearing them talk, I was able to fall asleep, but not for long. I woke up 10 minutes later to the sound of their voices. That was when I started thinking of purposely setting my alarm on my phone to disrupt their conversation, but then I thought that that would be rude. So, I just went to the bathroom for a few minutes and went back to my seat. They were still talking
About two hours later, we were landing at BWI. I was so relieved. I thought I would almost cry from happiness. Luckily, I did not cry, and I quietly got off of the plane. My mom then called me and told me she was waiting for me on the first floor. So, I went down and greeted my mom in open arms. I was so glad that I was away from those two annoyingly talkative men. We got in the car and drove home after that. That was the end of my nightmare. Or was it…
The beginning of my nightmare started on my second stop in South Dakota. Two men came on 10 minutes after the plane’s previous passengers had gotten off. They were about six feet tall. One of them had corn rolls, while the other was wearing a baseball cap. The man with corn rolls was black, while the man wearing the baseball cap was white. Right when they got on board, they began talking to each other. They were talking about something that had to do with Africa. At first I thought that they were friends, but then I noticed that the black man had a Jamaican accent, while the white man had an Australian accent.
An hour passed before I started to get annoyed by their speech. The thing that really annoyed me was their continuous conversation. I can understand three minutes. I can even understand ten minutes, but six hours straight, that was ridiculous. They were not talking in any foreign languages, they just never stopped talking. The problem was that they were not whispering at all. I saw people trying to sleep, trying to read, and trying to listen to music. They were the only ones talking throughout the six hour flight. What added on to my frustration and annoyance was that, my Nintendo DS’s battery was dead. I had already read my book at least five times. All of my film was used up in my camera. I wasn’t tired at all. Besides, with them talking, I wouldn’t be able to sleep even if I was tired. I really did not understand it. I could still hear their loud voices over the roar of the engines. I could even hear them more distinctively than the intercom. So, I just sucked it up and wouldn’t do anything for five more hours.
The decision to not do anything at all was the worst mistake ever. Two more hours passed and they were still talking! After three hours hearing them talk, I was able to fall asleep, but not for long. I woke up 10 minutes later to the sound of their voices. That was when I started thinking of purposely setting my alarm on my phone to disrupt their conversation, but then I thought that that would be rude. So, I just went to the bathroom for a few minutes and went back to my seat. They were still talking
About two hours later, we were landing at BWI. I was so relieved. I thought I would almost cry from happiness. Luckily, I did not cry, and I quietly got off of the plane. My mom then called me and told me she was waiting for me on the first floor. So, I went down and greeted my mom in open arms. I was so glad that I was away from those two annoyingly talkative men. We got in the car and drove home after that. That was the end of my nightmare. Or was it…
