We were ten minutes late taking off from Atlanta, today. The crew had to ask cleaners to come and deodorize part of the plane's interior. Not near us, praise be. Seating was three and three across but the flight was not full. J took the aisle seat, I sat window and we lifted the seat-arms between us. We had coffee and biscotti (only two tiny ones apiece) on the center tray table. At least we were seated together.
The plane we took on the way up to Atlanta had a little interactive touchscreen set into the back of each seat. One could watch cable television, listen to music, or follow the progress of the flight on a map which showed the prospective route, airspeed, groundspeed, outside temperature, time remaining to reach the destination, actual time of day at destination, headwind, tailwind, and more. After I found the screen that showed a little icon of a plane moving along the route, I listened to JS Bach on the headset and watched the route countdown to landing. I was really disappointed not to have the new toys on the flight back.
I really have to get out more ...
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The plane we flew on had a chair, magazines, and a small window. Small amounts of soda and peanuts were handed out as well. The interior of the plane seem to move in different directions as we flew to Miami from the Bahamas. Our luggage stayed behind on our first plane for take off without our knowledge since we were transferred due to engine problems. We were told our luggage would follow us to the second plane.
Your plane sounds much nicer with lots of toys to keep occupants occupied.
The only time I flew it was on a crop duster! Then the brilliant pilot whom was just behind a curtain had an out loud thought. "Oh don't worry" as we lurched sideways, " we just missed the airport, but I see it now!" Great. That was the first and last time I flew in a plane that didn't have water skiis on the bottom of it. Richard swares up and down that the larger planes are better, but I beg to differ. You can't tell if the pilot knows where he is going. At least in my small sardine can, I knew this guy didn't have a clue!
I'm with Richard on this one, Sarah. A few years ago, the State flew a couple of us to JAX, for training, in a prop plane that held 12 or so passengers. We hit every air pocket up there. At the end of the flight, a guy was arrested for being abusive to a steward who would not serve him any more liquor. I'm not sure how that steward kept his composure so well ...
I've only flown a few times, 1 a helicoptor at the Youth Fair, 1 a seaplane with T and Sarah & Susan and then the big American Airlines that served juice and we hardly had time to put our trays down before the pilot announced landing. The best thing about that trip was it ended up in NY. This was pre-911 days, so our luggage and ourselves arrived together and there was no hassle in boarding or deplaning and no body searches or shoe removal.
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