First, Jon’s seat from Salt Lake to Atlanta was stuck in a partially reclined position, and when it came time to land the flight attendant was giving him the third degree, demanding over and over that he return it to the full upright position and refusing to believe us that it was stuck. When he walked off in a huff 50 seconds later, he still thought Jon was a lying, contrary hooligan trying to ruin his day.
Second, when we were in the queue for our Win-Air hop from St Maarten to Statia, a man behind us was distractedly toying around with the lineup ropes (presumably out of boredom – we were waiting an outrageously long time considering how few of us there were). Anyway, one of them slipped from his grasp and recoiled at 100 miles per hour, whipping people left and right. I had to turn around so he wouldn’t see me laughing, but I'm sure the shaking shoulders were a dead giveaway.
Some pictures from our last couple of days in Idaho, plus our trip home, plus our first couple of days back:
Obscene amount of out-the-window airplane pictures. We flew from St Maarten to Statia at sunset. Gorge.
It was sort of a real plane!! With tall seats, buckle-your-seatbelt lights, and a divider separating the cockpit! And we got there in half the time! Usually these little puddle jumpers are hard times.