Alien encounter

theI'm in Baton Rouge. Sitting on the porch. Weather is nice. I have my coffee. Life's good.

I slept for fourteen hours. Yesterday was a very long day, started in London and ended well after the midnight here in Baton Rouge.

I had a strangest experience on the flight from LHR to JFK, thought I'll write it down. Maybe I can use it some day for inspiration...

So, I entered a Virgin Atlantic Clubhouse at Heathrow (no, I'm not loaded, it's the miles) and went straight to the Observation Deck, because I'm the creature of habits and I like the couches there. There weren't so many people altogether, so I was a bit annoyed when I saw that someone was already sitting there. And the dude sitting there was wearing jeans and hoodie. I honestly don't care what and when people wear, but it just caught my eye, cause you don't see hoodies so often in lounges. So I sat down and as I was going through my e-mails I occasionally lifted my eyes and looked at the guy sitting on the recliner by the window. And when I looked up again dude gave me this really grumpy look. I was like.... whaaaaat?But then I thought whatever, answered some e-mails, still looked at his direction couple of times, honestly just because he was in my eye line and truth to be told I thought he was kinda weird and weird fascinates me. So at one point when I was looking up again, he got up, walked towards me and when he past me he frowned, people, and sighed annoyedly. I mean.... really? So he stomped off and I hope he was sitting in the toilet for the rest of the time just to avoid human contact.

Of course when my boarding started I saw that he was on my flight and I was praying in my head that I wasn't seated next to him, but as you all know I have never won anything in my entire life and sure as hell I had a window seat beside the hoodie. My seat was on the upper deck, there are fewer seats there and as I was standing on the aisle I was hoping I can switch my seat, but the only other seat available was next to this really big guy in a suit that was reading a newspaper and had already kicked off his shoes, so that wasn't inviting. I went and stood next to hoodie and was searching for words when he looked up, saw me, basically flinched and said WHAT?! I must say I was totally speechless, this whole situation was just so bizarre. So I just held out my boarding pass, he looked at it, got up and mumbled something that sounded like sorry.

My mood was lifted when flight attendants came with the drinks and I had Mumford and sons in my iPod, so I was feeling perfectly content. I was even looking around and saw that flight attendants were kinda elated. And when I went to the toilet I swear they were just sitting there giggling. So when I got back the dude next to me was sort of more relaxed and I thought, what the hell, we'll be sitting here for eight hours might as well say smth. And I asked if he had noticed that there was something strange going on with the crew. I really thought it would be a funny ice breaker and as a bonus I added that this chirpy behavior really freaks me out. He didn't even look at me, was staring straight ahead frowned and said It's probably me. I thought he was kidding so I played along and asked if he was carrying a bomb. He was still staring straight ahead as he barked NO! Ok, I thought, now I've had it, u freak. I said WHATEVER! put on my earphones and watched a movie.

So I must have fallen a sleep and he was actually waking me up when they came with entrees. He was touching my shoulder. So I opened my eyes and I saw that my hand was on his knee and I freaked out, the guy had made me nuts. I snatched my hand away, almost knocked his drink over. I was a mess. So basically for the rest of the flight I was either sleeping, pretending to be asleep or staring out the window.

I had a connecting flight through Chicago and when I got to the gate in Chicago I saw that hoodie was also boarding the plane to New Orleans. I don't know whether he was on my flight from JFK, I hadn't seen him but at that point I was really exhausted, had a massive jet lag and I really thought he was some demon sent to torture me (like this new Super(EMO)man). I really felt like crying. But I pulled myself together, boarded the plane last and sat down to first available seat without looking around.

Now that I write it, I truly feel sorry for myself. No sleep deprived person should go through smth like that.