I'm typing this on the plane, to be posted when I land. It has been a long flight, I broke my rule of nonstop flights only when going to the west coast, but the cost was too prohibitive this time. It's not that miserable, it just boils down to whether I am restless the last hour or not. Obviously this time I am. I watched the movie "Special" on my laptop, but I miss the magic of the airplane screen lowering down and being subjected to prepackaged programs. I'm sure they spent a lot of money on market research to determine what television is soothing to crowds in small spaces, and sometimes it works well.
Behind me are two women and their daughter and sometimes they are a little intense, but mostly it's fine, the public chatter and nuisances of all plane rides (a relatively small price to pay for travelling two time zones in an afternoon), but at one point I heard one of the women talk about how they would be at a hotel soon and the daughter could take a shower for the first time in...they discuss how many months, I didn't hear the final deliberation, but it had been awhile, and at first I thought what?!? Then realized, oh they probably just live somewhere with only a bathtub and no shower. My flight originated in Minneapolis, is that fact related? Did they experience a housebuilding explosion before showers were pervasive? I wouldn't mind living in a place with only a bathtub, but not for that long.
Landed in Portland. It's raining. Of course. I don't actually know if this is 300 words, but it's probably close enough.
ETA: it was a man, not a butch lesbian behind me on the plane.