Your in my seat man….


A product of a public school, I know how to count!  One, two, three, four, five….

Row five, seat E.  Your sitting in E, my seat.  The phone stucked to his ear on an animated phone call, so I sit my big ass in six E.  Sitting in denial, hoping that at 911am (plane departs 940am) no one will sit in row six.

With cell phone in hand, watching the minutes, hoping ,praying that I will have row six to myself.   My heart pounds as every traveler boards the small plane (not jet,plane)will pass row six.   At 9:31,  is this row six?  Okay, she can count too!

Ok shit head, the jig is up, get your skinny ass out of E.    With phone still connected to ear, the skinny bastard stands up to let me through to his seat D-WTF!

What’s worse, I say nothing..  Perhaps it was the phone, but nothing, so my heat setting went from hot to fume!    He, removed his phone from his ear for a nanosecond and said how ya doing?  Tired! I grumble…

In trying to tune out , I grab my I-pod,close my eyes–too sleep-too dream.   However, some one plunked a kazillion quarters in the plane and there we where on a giant vibrating  flying bed.

Within minutes my left knee starts to hurt.  Normally, I put my left leg in the aisle.  But no, I sit in quiet anger….     The worst thing about NOT speaking up, is the self-directed anger.

As I drink another gallon of water… the bastard eats a bag of chocolate and cookies and you know he doesn’t gain weight, more fuel on the fire…    If I ate a bag of chocolate and cookies, they would have to cut a hole in the plane to get me out,  BASTARD!

My left knee is killing me, I’m moving every few minutes,  its a 90 minute flight, I can do it, I can do it…

Ouch, no I don’t think I can….

Finally we land, the bastard has one more move….  He stands, goes to the overhead and drops his bag on my hand. I pulled my hand away and the bag  accidentally falls to the floor(oops?) and I didn’t apologize.   That bit of childishness made my day.  Die Swine, Bastard, Skinny Man!

Cityfella

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Big city fella, Born and Raised in the San Francisco Bay Area. Lived in New York (a part time New Yorker) for three years . I have lived in the Sacramento area since 1993. When I first moved here, I hated it. Initially found the city too conservative for my tastes. A great place to raise children however too few options for adults . The city has grown up, there is much to do here. The city suffers from low self esteem in my opinion, locals have few positive words to say about their hometown. visitors and transplants are amazed at what they find here. From, the grand old homes in Alkali Flats, and the huge trees in midtown, there are many surprises in Sacramento. Theater is alive is this area . And finally ,there is a nightlife... In.downtown midtown, for the young and not so young. My Criticism is with local government. There is a shortage of visionaries in city hall. Sacramento has long relied on the state, feds and real estate for revenue. Like many cities in America,Downtown Sacramento was the hub of activity in the area. as the population moved to the suburbs and retail followed. The city has spent millions to revive downtown. Today less than ten thousand people live downtown. No one at city hall could connect the dots. Population-Retail. Business says Sacramento is challenging and many corporations have chosen to set up operations outside the cities limits. There is vision in the burbs. Sacramento has bones, there are many good pieces here, leaders seem unable or unwilling to put those pieces together into. Rant aside, I love it here. From the trees to the rivers. But its the people here that move me. Sacramento is one of the most integrated cities in America. I find I'm welcome everywhere. The spices work in this city of nearly 500,000 and for the most part these spices blend well together. From Ukrainians to Hispanics and a sizable gay community, all the spices seem to work well here. I frequently travel and occasionally I will venture into a city with huge racial borders, where its unsafe to visit after certain hours. I haven't found it here. I cant imagine living in a community where there is one hue or one spice. I love the big trees, Temple Coffee House, the Alhambra Safeway, Zelda's Pizza, Bicyclist in Midtown, The Mother Lode Saloon, Crest Theater, and the Rivers. I could go on and I might. Sacramento is home.

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