The wild flying adventures of Liesbeth and Proenza

Last Thursday, the party was in the Amsterdam Gashouder because the second edition of Zalando's Blogger Awards took place there. May-Britt and I are on the jury and since we are both actually in Italy during the awards ceremony, I flew back and forth for 24 hours to be present at the party. To be on the safe side, I decided to fly a day earlier, you never know, and that way I was definitely on time. From Pisa, I flew to Eindhoven with that godforsaken awful blue-yellow budget airline. Dehumanizing, but the prices are quickly almost 200 euros lower than if you fly with KLM from Schiphol, so the choice was quickly made.

That evening, the Netherlands played against Argentina and we were supposed to land at 20:30, which would give most people enough time to be in front of the TV in their jerseys by 22:00. But of course, we were delayed, and so it happened that every man was totally out of his mind, foaming at the mouth, yelling that we were therefore GODDAMN missing the first half. I, on the other hand, don't worry too much about football so I was casually watching the spectacle.

More than 45 minutes later, we were allowed to board the plane. I was somewhere in the middle by the aisle and Proenza was happily sitting on my lap. Flight attendants were frantically trying to minimize the delay as much as possible, so everyone was busy busy busy stress stress stress. When they made their rounds to check if everyone had their seatbelts on, their eyes fell on my Proenza and then it happened: “Madam, you need to place your bag under the seat in front of you.”

I laughed a bit and said that it was fine sitting on my lap, but the flight attendant insisted that it had to go under the seat in front of me for safety reasons. But I don't need to explain to you that that is really NOT EVER going to happen. Proenza under a seat, what does she think?! But there was some urgency in taking off and the flight attendant became increasingly impatient while I kept refusing to put that bag on the ground. Childish nonsense, I couldn't care less, I have damn near a month's salary in that thing, it would be barbaric to stuff it under such a seat.

Eventually, a colleague came up with the solution, I could move back a row because there was no one there, and then the bag could just go on the seat next to me. And so it happened that I fastened Proenza's seatbelt and we happily flew to Eindhoven together. Initially, I had so much fun with the hysterical football men, now I let them meet hysterical fashion women. And we all know who ultimately won.