I am two flights into my epic four flight journey home. This is the downside of living at the arse end of the world. My last flight was fine, snuck in early on standby so I can wait for lots of hours in Vancouver airport rather than splitting it between Edmonton and Vancouver. There’s logic there somewhere. My first flight, from Montreal to Edmonton, was awful. The flying waitress had it in for me, for some reason. Also, what’s with the subarctic temperatures they insist on keeping the cabin at? Do they save money by turning the plane into a flying fridge? A week of temperatures in the late 20’s did not prepare me for that. I was in the exit row, and I eventually figured what the cartoon on the wall was for.
It must be exercises you can do to keep warm. At first I had thought, since it looked so dated, that it was dance instructions for doing the Boston Shuffle, left over from the 70’s.
Actually the guy reminds me a lot of an old school teacher I had back in the 80’s. He had long curly blond hair and exactly the same sort of dodgy moustache. He wore tan ripple soled shoes, in fact I think all his clothes were beige. Did he wear walk shorts, even? (Stubbies??) Surely he did. He taught social studies (duh!). Wish I could remember his name. It would be Mr Something – we didn’t do first names in my day.