i decided the number one thing i hate about being single this week.
now, i am not one of those people who complains about being single all the days. there are actually quite a few things i love about being single. married people who say marriage is the greatest thing ever invented, don't freak out. it's not like i don't want to get married. it's just that i'm enjoying the single life.
with one exception.
called flying alone.
why do you hate flying alone, girl?
is it because you hate sitting next to strangers?
no.
is it because said strangers ask the strangest questions and can be somewhat annoying at times?
no.
is it because you're sick of the male flight attendants hitting on you?
no.
(and no, i'm not making this up. a male flight attendant DID hit on me this one time. how do i know he was flirting? let's just say he brought me a cup filled with gummy bears. who does that? a southwest flight attendant who is clearly flirting with me, that's who. and can i just say, that is the kind of flirting i am definitely not opposed to--free food.)
well if it's none of those things, what could it possibly be?
i will tell you.
it's called having to heave my hugenormous carry on suitcase above my head and into a tiny little compartment where it barely fits BY. MYSELF.
i am weak.
how can you expect me to enjoy doing that? especially in front of hundreds of strangers who judge me with their judgy eyes for not being stronger? (okay so maybe they don't have judgy eyes. but then again, maybe they do.)
it is hard. and it makes me light headed. and it is so not enjoyable. and then i see all these couple-y people where the man is like, "oh sweetie, is that bag heavy? let me just get that for you." and then he proceeds to lift the bag with one finger. because he is so masculine and strong.
i need me one of those men. forget dating or marrying him. i just want a personal male assistant to fly with me so i don't have to lift up my bag. that's all i'm asking for.
and for those of you who would tell me to just pack lighter because then it wouldn't be such a problem...
to you i say: fitting it in a carry on sized bag was difficult enough. who do you think i am? superwoman? um. no. because if i was superwoman i would be able to lift my own bag regardless of the content weight. that's all i'm saying.
1 comment:
maybe you should get a job scooping ice cream to build up those muscles! hahaha
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