<span style="color: #8000FF"><span style="font-style: italic">This was one of those days you see in movies. Shanan could almost hear the tapping of fingers on keys as a screenwriter somewhere was surely writing the next torture of her day. First she forgotten her luggage in her downtown condo, causing her to turn the cab around and go back, which had left her arriving at the airport much later than she'd wanted. Then, after the hectic rush through the security checks, dashing through the terminals to find the terminal for her flight, she'd arrived in a panic to find that her flight was delayed. All that hassle... for nothing. Several hours of sitting in an airport bar when she could have gone in to the office for a couple hours. Infuriating.<br/><br/>And now she was trapped between the impenetrable wall of the plan, and Goober. Goober was not only the most apt description for the man beside her, also the name she'd chosen to give him. She'd even used it to address him by accident, and he hadn't noticed. <br/><br/>Goober droned on and on, refusing to allow her even a moment's peace before that horrible voice pierced painfully into her brain again. Having exhausted the subject of her tablet, he seemed to have moved on to an in-depth discussion on the nature of America's food service industry and the corruption therein. <br/><br/>With the sound of a tone that reminded her of heavenly music, the captain came over the intercom. Goober obediently shut up and listened. The captain gave the ritual preflight welcome speech, informing them of what they all already knew. The second Goober shut up, Shanan leaned her head against the headrest of her seat, reclined the chair, and tried to look relaxed enough to pass for sleeping. She couldn't quite manage to get her jaw to relax, but she did get the grinding of her teeth to stop. The crease she could feel forming between her brows became her total focus. She concentrated wholly on getting her furrowed brows to relax. The voices in the cabin milled together and she tuned them out. <br/><br/>When the captain completed his speech, Goober began talking again... of course. She remained motionless, trying to look relaxed, as his irritatingly nasally voice droned on and on. <br/><br/>Would the torture never end? She began seriously considering the very real possibility that she had died in a horrible traffic accident in the taxi this morning, and that this entire day had been the beginning of her life in Hell.<br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://i1213.photobucket.com/albums/cc465/saphiraah1/Decorated%20images/hawaiianairlines.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/><br/>The feeling of extreme weight told her the plane was taking off. She sat very still, listenning to the rumbling of the plane, the voices of the other passengers... and counted the minutes until she'd be released from this prison.<br/><br/></span></span>