Funny thing happened on the way to El Paso…

I got on the plane, put my stuff in the overhead bin, and sat down & fastened my seat belt. After a few minutes, a female voice started droning on about the various safety features, yada, yada, yada. I was well on my way to zoning out (in a mild funk about having to fly anyway) when … “our flight time today will be one hour, twenty-one minutes, and fifteen seconds.”

“Huh?” I wasn’t sure I’d actually heard that right. Must’ve imagined it. I started to drift off again.

“yada, yada, yada… our cruising altitude will be thirty-six thousand and three feet, five and one-half inches.”

“Huh?“ Looked around, but nobody else appeared to be reacting. But this time, I’m pretty sure I heard it right.  Stewardess gotta be bored out of her ever-lovin’… “place your own mask on first, then assist any children, or other adults acting like children.”

All right, I get it. I opened up the safety information sheet, read through it, and located the nearest exits like a good boy. Guess it worked, eh?

I adjusted the neck support as best I could, and tried to settle in for a one-hour, twenty-one minute, and fifteen second nap.