Must you stay seated,is that what Jesus would do?

Dear America,

     Isn't the polite thing to do to stand up and let someone pass? That's what momma told me when I was young.

   Love Always

        Brian

  So today I had one of my first big boy adventures. I flew all by myself. I have been wanting to come to Georgia to visit some of my family and I just have not felt like driving, so I decided to fly. It would cost me about the same so i decided it was no big deal and I would just do it. So I booked the flight and found a good and wonderful friend to take me to the airport. We had a fun adventure at 5am trying to find the Sanford airport. Map quest will give you some seriously back woods roads to travel on. 

  We found the airport and I got checked in with time to spare. So we had a little breakfast and spent some quality time with my best friend. When it was time for her to leave we hugged and there were promises of I will text when we land and all that jazz. This was when the adventure truly began. It started with the seating of the plane. Now all of us who have flown before know that when you go to board the plane that they are going to call the rows from the back up. This way you are not falling all over each other to get onto the plane. Well as I patiently waited to be seated, I was watching a family wait to get on the plane. The flight attendant went through the whole process of telling us who would board and how it would be. Well this family that was standing by the gate kept getting upset that they were not being allowed to get on the plane. The mother was motining and making all this noise about how she really needed to get on the plane. Now my first thought was that we all need to get on the plane. None of us have booked this flight because we want to just sit in the termanal and wait to get on the plane. We want to get where we are going. Getting on the plane is not going to get you there any faster. You can't go anywhere until everyone is on the plane, so what is the sense in getting mad. 

  As they called my section to get on the plane, I passed this family as the mother huffed and slammed her bags onto the ground. Then she said what I seem to hear a lot these days. "It's because we are black!). It was at this point that I wanted to point out to her that it was not because she was black, but because she was in a row that had not been called yet. There is no black or white about it. You are in a row and that is where you are going to sit. End of story... Plus come on lady, your 4 year old is handling this better than you are.

 As I got on the plane and looked to find my seat I was feeling pretty grown up and proud. Here I was having a real big boy experience. Look at me world, all on my own! Brian is getting his! WOOT. So once I placed my carryon in the over head compartment, I turned to my seat mate and said "Excuse me, how are you today?" Now my momma told me to always be polite (as a matter of fact, both mothers and both fathers always told me this, and this is the one lesson that has always stuck with me. That and never to take any wooded nickels.) So I try to be kind and nice. If it is good enough for Jesus then it is good enough for me. Well apparently seatmate never got this from her mother. She looked at he, letting her glasses slide down to the tip of her nose, and pursed her lips at me. As I was wondering where she had gotten the lemon that she must have been sucking on to make this face, she slid her legs out about a quarter of an inch and went back to talking on her cell phone. It was at this point that I went from big boy to little boy.

   I was a little bit put out. So I decided that since I was put out, she would have to be put out to. So what did I do you ask? I will tell you. I put my butt out. That's right folks. As I slid across to get to my seat, I stuck my butt out as far as it would go so that it would be right in her face. I stuck it right there, and I know that she  could not help but see it, cause I have a very large budunck a dunk.  She didn't say anything, but as I sat down and got out my Vanity Fair to read, I smiled at her and told her that I hoped that she would enjoy the flight.

 Now you may ask me, what did this accomplish. Well apart from giving me a little satisfaction, and my next blog entry, I got the satisfaction of seeing her politely stand and help the next person who came to sit down. So you see sometimes a random act of obnocisousness can help teach a lesson.

  Next time: Did you know that there are only three people allowed in the room?