The Flight

I'm roughly 2 hours into my 7 1/2 hour flight to Dusseldorf, Germany. This will be the longest plane ride I've ever taken and also the longest day I've ever spent at the airport when you string all the flights and their connections together.
Speaking of connections, we barely made it to ours. The plane from Minneapolis to Chicago was about 40 minutes behind schedule. By the time we hauled tail to our connecting gate, everyone had boarded--essentially they were waiting for us. That was a nail-biter! However, once we got onto the gargantuan airplane, rumors started to drop that there were 110 empty seats on our flight. Guess who has a row all to herself (well, okay, basically everyone)?! I also have a sticky-planket, a baby-pillow and all the sprite I can drink!
The guy sitting behind me has mysteriously disapeared. Apparently I was being too wiggly. I have to admit, sitting in an  uncomfortable chair for 2 hours does a number on your buttocks. I'm about as wiggly and anxious as the totes adorbz little boy sitting across the isle from me. I knew we'd be friends because he had a Finn (from Adventure Time) doll hanging out of his mouth when I first spotted him.
That's how I spend my downtime too, little fella. Gnawing on the faces of my idols.