Linda (Editor): This story is disjointed.
Me: Did you know that you have to be strong and tall and not pregnant to be allowed to sit on the Exit seat in the plane?
Linda: It needs to come together. It’s all over the place; it has no beginning or ending or the wild asides. I don’t know…
Me: So when you check in online you always find those seats taken and I always wonder, what time do these people snap up these seats? Because I check in online immediately they open – 36 Hours before take off for Qatar and all the seats with legroom are always taken. Kumbe they are blocked.
Linda: The story seems contrived. Like a chore. Did you really enjoy writing it? I want to hear something that pulls me forward, I want to hear a story. Tell me a story.
Me: I am! Anyway, so you have to appear at the check-in desk physically, to show your “full height” and that you are not pregnant, don’t have a weak heart and that you are of sane mind, I suppose. Catherine, my travel agent, told them that I’m apparently 6’4” and strong enough to sit at the Exit seat. Anyway, I had to go to the desk to show them that I’m strong but most importantly, not pregnant.
Linda: Anyway, I’m sure you know what to do with this story…
Me: So we get there and the lady at the desk asks, “Is either of you pregnant?” and I say, “Not me.” Ha-ha-Ha….Come on, that’s funny, no?….ahem, well, you had to be there.
Linda: I’m starting to drive. Rest and then look at that story again.
Me: Anyway, I got us the Exit seat because I’m strong and I was at my full height because I was standing on my tippy toes like a ballerina and of course, I’m not pregnant….Linda?…Stop blue ticking me.
So Linda doesn’t like the story, which means I will work on it today and post it tomorrow, Wednesday. Inshallah.