Insanity Returning from Europe
This is Tyler, Jessie and I at nearly our most insane. At this point I’d been up for about 30 hours, and was looking forward to some rest before landing in Portland. Notice I said nearly our most insane because their was a child (probably 6 or 7 years old) sitting a seat to my left and one row back that was the spawn of the devil. I am confident in saying this. Their was no more than a 5 minute gap between him uttering a scream/yell- for 9 straight hours. The sound could comfortably be compared to a cross between a mule’s bray and a blood-curdling scream. This demon seed would further make sure my life was a living hell by kicking the seat next to me every ten minutes. I swear he had an alarm that would go off whenever he saw my eyes start to flutter closed. Never have I seen so many people (half the plane) united against someone so young. As if to substantiate his demonic possession, when we got off the plane he stood at the baggage claim pushing bags over as a airline worker propped them up.
I don’t blame him fully, his parents had no activities to keep him occupied, and didn’t even try to control him. By the time we landed my sanity had been pushed farther and harder than I had ever thought possible.
