BEDAZZLED TOES

I love to travel. I loathe airplanes. I'm not scared, I don't have some overly exaggerated fear of crashing and I don't get claustrophobic. I have motion sickness. This is not something to be taken lightly. I'm a pale, pale little Irish girl and the reality that I turn even paler is just terrifying. Dramamine is my best friend and on an overnight flight, the original drowsy brand is my very best friend.

Monday night on my gross Delta flight (I longed for Jet Blue), I had the bulkhead window seat. It doesn't get much better than a bulkhead window seat. This is the first class variety of the peasant seats. My neighbor was a 150 year old Indian woman who spoke zero English. She was swaddled in beautiful fabrics protected by an armor of bangles. For some reason, I immediately loved her.

Let me tell you when I questioned my love.

In a wonderful Dramamine haze around hour four of our flight, I stirred. My eyes slightly opened only to see two miniature tan feet atop my tray table! Now remember, I'm in the bulkhead...so that tray table is even closer to my body. The kind that pops up out of the armrest vs. the seat in front of you kind. FEET. Bare feet. My Indian great grandmother was fast asleep. She looked comfortable. I thought to myself, if your airline cabin neighbor props their feet up on your tray table...is this an invitation to do the same?