My Own Personal Travel Hell
By drapeau on Feb 16, 2005
It's not the 21 hours of flying time, although if the company feels pity enough on me to upgrade me to business class, I could probably live with that.
It's not the economy class seats, which are usually too short for my body (I'm six feet tall but most of that height is from the waist up, which means that when I try to sleep in the seat, my head lolls over the top of the seat like I'm some kind of nerdy rag doll). I have a window seat today/tonight/whatever, and I'm able to lean against the wall.
It's not flying while sick, which I almost did (originally my flight was to leave Saturday, but I was feeling ill on Friday and Saturday and so I changed my outgoing flight, which is why I'm flying United instead of Lufthansa). Flying sick would've been a different kind of hell than the one I'm experiencing now, but it might have been preferable.
No, my friends, this is a special hell, reserved for those who carry CompactFlash cards full of MP3's like they were Rolaids, and CD portfolios full of DVD movies as an alternative to the bad audio in the in-flight movie (which was "Catwoman" by the way, and even though I am a lover of both cats and Halle Berry, the movie still sucked).
Have you guessed it yet? My own personal travel hell is that, in economy class on United and Lufthansa both, there are no power ports in these seats! I'm watching my battery meter trickle down from 90% to 75% to 50% power (and by the way, when is the Java Desktop System going to get power management for notebook computers?)
and I'm afraid that I'll run out of power before I get the chance to