I was going to do some blog posts this week about my amazing, incredible, vintage finds. You see, last Saturday we took a road trip to the mother of all antique malls- about an hour’s drive from our home. Shockingly, after browsing for more than that same amount of time, I came up empty handed. That never happens to me. I always find something. Not this time. Let me just say that the use of the word “antique” in this case was a little misleading. Actually, the word “vintage” would have been misleading too. What I mostly saw was a lot of used stuff. Not old stuff, just used stuff.
So as those best laid blog post plans went out the window, I found myself shopping for a little inspiration instead. I was thinking about all of the choices we have to make in life. Paper or plastic? Cat or dog? Scrambled or fried? And I thought about flying, and the strong preference some people have over the seat they are assigned. Window, or aisle.
For me, it doesn’t really matter. There are pros and cons to each. Window seats are nice if you like to look out at the clouds, or observe take offs and landings. Once, on a flight to Denver, there were already two people in my row by the time I boarded the plane. I had the window seat, but I told the two-seated on the aisle and in the middle-that they could just scoot over. I didn’t mind. But they sure did. No way, I was told, were either of them sitting by the window. They were both terrified of flying and did not want to have to look out and see how high off the ground we would soon be.
The aisle is convenient. You don’t have to climb over anyone else if you need to get up and out of your seat, which I always do. But on a flight to Honolulu, as I sat in my aisle seat, a woman needed something in her suitcase, which was in the overhead bin-over my head, and I was showered with trail mix. I spent the entire flight picking peanuts and raisins out of my hair.
So window or aisle?
Do you have a preference?