The plane was packed so tightly that my knees were touching the seat in front of me (I'm only 5'4), and there was not enough room to take my boots off without rolling over on top of the stranger next to me. In my case, I was flanked by two females: one was a young special agent and the other was a witty and positive brunette from the south.
To avoid freaking out during the claustrophobic 8 hour flight, I popped an Ambien, put in ear plugs, put on my satin eye mask and supported my neck with a travel pillow. I literally did not wake up until the plane was doing a sharp decent towards the base. Can you believe it? I can't. Typically I'm going to the loo and fidgeting the entire flight.
I vaguely remember the Special Agent (picture an unassuming petite black girl with a buzz cut) keeping water cups on my tray which I subconciously drank whenever I came to consciousness. God bless pharmaceuticals and my thoughtful
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