Airplane Style

6 Mar



Because I’m the type of person who hears “spring break” and thinks “Utah,” last week I found myself at LAX bright and early.

In the past having to wake up at 5am and go to the airport would have meant one thing: pajamas.  The comfier, the better.  Maybe even the pair I recently stole from my grandpa.  Who knows.  The possibilities of me and pajama pants are endless.

For most of my life, I traveled with comfort and comfort only in mind.  I wore my pajamas.  I brought my pillow.  I bought the 5 lb Toblerone bar at the snack store for a million dollars.  I glared at those who made eye contact with me while I at the Toblerone.  You know.

Then two years ago something tragic happened.  Okay, something wonderful happened, (love you Lindsey!) but it had tragic consequences for my travel regime.

My brother met his wife on an airplane.

Yes, read that again.

They For Real Met On An Airplane.

Read it one more time.

Not that this is a competition or anything, but if it were a competition for who had the cutest meeting-their-spouse story in the family there’s just no way to top that.  We all lose from here on out.  My only hope of beating that is my against-all-odds-romance with Prince Harry which hasn’t started just yet.

Ever since that fateful day when Jeff and Lindsey met, my airport style has been severely cramped.

I remember the first flight I took after Jeff met Lindsey.  I wore jeans and a t-shirt and felt completely awkward.  My family called me out on it.

“What’s going on Jill?”

“Where are your pajamas?”

“You know we’re going to the airport, right?”

“Are you feeling well?”

I blushed, “Listen, people!  I will be wearing pants to the airport from now on because you never know who you will meet on a plane and I would appreciate if we never talked about this again!”

And that was that.

Since then I wear regular clothes to the airport, and you know what? I never get used to it.

Excuse me, I’m off to eat the remains of my 5 lb Toblerone bar.

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3 Responses to “Airplane Style”

  1. Lindsey March 6, 2013 at 11:02 am #

    I once told our meeting story to a seat mate on a plane, he told me that he was a lawyer and he once got upgraded to first class and ended up sitting next to some famous basketball player- I can’t remember which one but it was either Shaq or Michael Jordan, or someone from that era famous basket ball player. After talking to him for a while, the basketball player was impressed with him and ended up hiring him as his personal lawyer. I don’t know if that story was true or not, but now I feel even more obligated to dress my best at the airport.

  2. Linnea March 8, 2013 at 5:28 am #

    My dad always tells me about how when he was very young, flying was such a big deal and something everyone dressed up for. Because of that I’ve always tried to look nice the last few years. I’m not sure why. I guess as a little nod to the times of old, when flying was still fairly new and exciting.

    I actually try NOT to meet people on airplanes. What is it about an airplane that makes someone feel like they need to talk to you about religion and politics? Just because you can’t get away?

    • jillianlorraine March 8, 2013 at 9:39 am #

      Linnea, I know exactly what you mean! That’s a whole different post–the worst people to sit by on an airplane. #1 The Talker.

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