Shame story on the plane

There I was. With the giggles and the blush on my cheeks in the airplane. Generally, I think I'm quite a nice person. Really. But every now and then, I am really an impulsive child with slipper bug IQ.

Whatnowwhatnow? After the awesome trip in Oregon I was at Portland airport to rush home again. Flight time: ten hours. While some people find it delightful to be offline for a while and do nothing for ten hours, flying is my biggest enemy because the chance of a kind of claustrophobic panic attack is always lurking. Yes, that's tricky when you love to travel, I can tell you. So I keep myself busy when I take to the skies. With magazines, editing photos on my phone, watching movies, flirting with stewards, going to the bathroom five times in an hour; anything you can think of to not sit still for too long and have to think. And then I found a game at Portland airport. ‘A little box of activities to do on an airplane’. 60 activities in the form of tasks. Effing brilliant. I HAD to buy it. It cost me 27 bloody sour dollars, but I fly relatively often, so I would get it back quickly. In fact, I was planning to make an airplane games video for Amayzine.

‘Am I really such a loser?’

Once in the flying machine, I transformed Sabine, my neighbor, into a game buddy. She thinks it's brilliant too. Camera ready, intro text recorded, and then I open the box for the first task. I just hope there aren't too many embarrassing things in there, right? After ten seconds, I look at Sab and burst out laughing.. This is what was on the box: ‘Flying with kids just got a little more fun!’ KIDS?! Wait a minute, HO.

‘Keep your kids busy on the plane with simple, open-ended activities.’ Am I really really such a loser? ‘Choose one activity every 5 minutes, your kids are busy for 5 hours!’ Yes, I am really such a loser. You get it: it was a childish crappy game with wooden tokens.

As for the tasks, I honestly tried to make something of it. I don't know, to bring out the child in me or something. But after the token ‘count how many passengers you see sleeping’, I kind of lost interest. With the last straw: fold an airplane out of your vomit bag and play I-see-I-see-what-you-don't-see. Hi, I'm Kiki and I almost spent thirty euros on a game that I can't even give away to my neighbor girls because all the tasks ARE IN ENGLISH.

Good story again, Kiek. Just buy a book next time. Curd head.