SFO to JFK. A Russian couple, both double-plus sized, the man at the aisle the woman the window. Me in the middle. I offered many times to let them sit together. No interest. They weren’t displeased with each other, judging by the matériel passed between them (and over me). They just didn’t want to move seats. They were both nice people.
The guy grabbed a magazine and flipped it open randomly. Full page line drawing of the kind of thing an OB-GYN would find familiar. Lots of precise anatomical detail, lovingly depicted. Because of my wide and diverse life experiences I knew just what I was seeing. I wondered if the people seated behind the man knew too.
Turns out the man was an OB-GYN. The article he was perusing, in a professional journal, was demonstrating all the different ways one might do an episiotomy. Where to place the fingers, best viewing angle, recommended knots, that sort of thing. I’m no expert, of course, but I thought the cross-patterned stitch was the most artistic.
This was Jet Blue and they unfortunately have televisions in the seat backs. It’s unfortunate because people seated at the windows find the televisions so fascinating that they almost always close the shades. Here we are, soaring through clear skies over what has to be the most beautiful mountain range in the world, blind to it. And wouldn’t it have been nice to see the lights of New York City (we came in at night)?
On the flight before last all but five windows were shuttered. The plane was illuminated to an artificial murk. Depressing.