I am in Dulles airport ready to check in for Turkish Airline flight to Istanbul, I check my ticket and passport over and over all looks good, only problem is line has not moved for the last 10 minutes.
I start feeling tired and fed up standing up and try to concentrate, watching my country men loading their heavy luggage on the airline counters. Some of them require two people to lift about 10". I mean really?
The genteel man behind me becomes restless waiting and he guesses correctly that I am Turkish. He wants to know if the airline is safe and takes off on time. I am wondering the very same questions but answer right back.
"Of course they are safe and they will take off on time" plus "THY has great service and good food."
I sound so sure and proud of myself instead of carrying the conversation he calls his mother. I could not think of a better time to call a mother. When one absolutely has no other way to pass the time.
We are finally in the aircraft and things start flowing in a timely manner, passengers are tying in their seats belts and crew members are helpful and I am right. We are going take off on time.
Seats are very small. First time in my life I am thankful for being short.
Person before me leans his seat back immediately after we take off. I can not move.
Stewardess on the TV screen gives us the run down how to save our lives in case
of emergency and we land 10 hours later.
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