It is Time

“There is time for the taking of a toast and tea,” so I am snatching a few minutes out of my schedule today to talk about the trip to BelTium (oops, I mean Belgium!) which I made last month.

First of all, dart to U.S. Airways (or is it continental?) for their lack of customer service. If that flight to Brussels was a movie (I’m using you all as guinea pigs for my screen writing class) it would go something like this:

INT. PLANE-EVENING

EMILY, 21, sits crammed in a seat in coach, a shoulder bag taking up most of her leg room. A FLIGHT ATTENDANT enters with a beverage cart.

FLIGHT ATTENDANT

Something to drink?

EMILY

Do you have decaf?

FLIGHT ATTENDANT

Certainly!

Exit flight attendant. Ten minutes pass.

Enter flight attendant with coffee.

EMILY

Thank you.

Emily takes a sip, makes a face.

FLIGHT ATTENDANT

I know. It’s terrible, isn’t it?

EMILY

(Trying to be polite.) It…does the job.

Exit flight attendant. Emily sets her coffee down on the tray table in front of her and puts in headphones. She watches the screen in front of her, presumably an in-flight movie.

The plane begins to shake. This is TURBULENCE and Emily doesn’t like it. She glances up toward the front of the plane.

EMILY

(Mumbling to herself) I wish the captain would make

                                  an announcement or something. (Beat) We’re all gonna die.

The turbulence continues. For six and a half hours.

Emily tosses in her seat, trying to nap.

EMILY

Please God, I’ll never sin again…if I have to die,

                                       please let the plane crash while I’m sleeping.

CUT TO:

INT. PLANE, SIX HOURS LATER

A FLIGHT ATTENDANT comes over the intercom. Emily wakes up.

FLIGHT ATTENDANT

Just to let you know, the turbulence we’ve

                                          been experiencing should end as soon as we get over

                                          land, which will be in approximately thirty minutes.

Emily mumbles under her breath. Then:

EMILY

Might have been nice to know that six hours ago.

CUT TO:

Emily exits the plane, clutching her bag in one hand. She touches solid ground: the airport linoleum, and inhales deeply, letting it out in a rush.

EMILY

Thank you, sweet Jesus.

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