Airplane!

Airports are the best place to watch people, and I had three hours of people-watching time today, when my flight was delayed from 3:15 until 6:00. Thank God it wasn't cancelled altogether.

My frustration was alleviated when I walked onto the plane and discovered I was seated in an exit row. I don't mind the exit row; I like to think that I could help in an emergency. The flight attendant asked the other girl in the row and I if we were willing and able to assist if there was a problem, and we both said yes.

"Whatever," said the other girl, when the flight attendant had gone. "Like we could do anything if the plane crashed."

I smiled like I agreed, but I wanted to argue. Because seriously, I'm determined to survive a plane crash, open the emergency door, and shout so people can follow my voice through the smoke and find the exit.

I feel like Dwight Schrute.

But there was no emergency, and the exit row was like a revelation in terms of leg room.

Because I didn't know it could be that good.