Honey,
Doing stretches and lunges (LUNGES!) in the aisle does not endear you to your fellow passengers.
xoxo,
Alison
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I would have videotaped it. Ha!
Posted by: AndreAnna | December 16, 2007 at 07:45
Seriously? That's what the open space near the bathrooms is for. Sheesh.
Posted by: Rattling the Kettle | December 16, 2007 at 10:52
I can barely stand the people on 2 hour flights. This confirms I would SO hate an international flight! Enjoy FRANCE!
Posted by: Audra | December 16, 2007 at 11:53
rattling is right. stretching should be done in the back of the plane. in fact the flight attendants have always been super nice to me when i get up to go stretch for a few minutes before losing my mind...
Posted by: jeorg | December 16, 2007 at 15:39
Oh, dear--I swear it wasn't me!
Posted by: Margaret | December 16, 2007 at 20:00
Maybe she was just trying to fart.
Posted by: Karan | December 16, 2007 at 20:18
Maybe she was just trying to fart.
Posted by: Karan | December 16, 2007 at 20:18
Ahh, airline travel.
Note to self: get private jet.
Posted by: winter | December 16, 2007 at 21:43
You have got to be kidding?
That's why I walk to the emergency exits-more room there and no seats.
Posted by: Buny | December 17, 2007 at 15:12
Did you take a picture?
Posted by: Susan | December 17, 2007 at 19:21
LOL!!!
That is so funny.
Posted by: anica | December 20, 2007 at 21:59