This one time my Mom flew me to Arizona with her to visit my friend Jenny.
Jenny’s parents were part of the self named “Brat Pack”…a group of goofy parents who got together for game nights and who’s kids went to school together.
Jenny and Erin were my best friends, but after my Dad died our school closed down and both my best friends moved away. It made for an altogether shitty couple of years, but I’m a survivor and I’ll be damned if a move across the country was going to stop me from corresponding with my besties.
My letters to Jenny were written on stationary I collected and usually discussed my annoying little sister and her new cat OJ. Because he was orange. Like orange juice.
When I visited Jenny in Arizona it was the worst trip ever because like an IDIOT I had rested my ear against the window of the plane during take off and ruptured an ear drum. We didn’t know that at the time, we just knew Kathy was miserable and her ears hurt and my GOD those cacti were sharp. I spent a good 10 minutes pulling needles from my leg after backing into one for a picture.
I still carry those Arizona scars. Not the cacti scars, but the ear ones. I’ve done a lot of traveling these last couple years and every. time. we take off I want to jump up and warn everyone about not resting their ears against the windows of the airplane during take off.
It really should become part of the flight attendant’s take off routine.
Or am I the only human in world who thinks pressing her ear against an airplane window during take off sounds like a good time?