Friday, July 8, 2011

Worse than a Crying Baby

The only thing worse than sitting next to a crying baby on the plane is....

Sitting next to unaccompanied minors.  Two unaccompanied minors.  Brother and sister.  Roughly aged 8 and 6.

I endured an entire flight of pinching, biting, nose picking, 10 minutes of "Ilovejustinbieberilovejustinbieber", singing, yelling, drink spilling, peanut throwing, seat shaking and tray slamming.  It was absolute torture.  Torture.  But perhaps the best part of the flight was the conversation regarding backwash.  Yep. Backwash.  See the rough transcription below.....

Bieber Lover:  (Yelling) "Ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!!!! You have backwash in your water bottle!  Ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!!!!!"

Nose Picker:  "It's just backwash.  You know what backwash is, right?"

Bieber Lover:  "No.  I just know backwash is gross"

Nose Picker:  "It's just pieces of my sandwich.  They were in my mouth when I took a sip of water and then fell to the bottom of the bottle.  Look, you can see pieces of bread and cheese floating the bottle."

(Bieber Lover and Nose Picker both intently stare at the backwash in the VASA water bottle)

Bieber Lover:  "Oh.  OK.  It's not that gross."

Nose Picker:  "Yeah, backwash is cool."

Ahhhhh. More adventures from the road.