Tail Bone Twist

Hullo, folks. I'm now back up in the northlands, also known as Danbury. I started out for the airport at the customary "three-hours in advance" fashion and realized that for long holidays like this one, airport traffic isn't all that bad. In fact, security check, which usually takes an hour, took me five minutes. This left me with a jolly two hours in the Sky Mall, where I perused shops and bought only one thing (Congratulate me, its an amazing feat, it really is). I was randomly trying on the various bras at Victoria's Secrets (I still very much want that long night shirt for $24.50, but I never really work up the courage to buy it...hint hint) and the strangest thing happened. I sneezed and felt a pop and sharp pain, but it was in my tailbone. And now I can't really sit down. I can sort of ease into a half sitting position, so that means I have to lean to one side. Anyway, you can sort of guess what that meant for the plane ride. It was a long plane ride for me...And there was a girl sitting behind me who was most annoying. She was busy complaining about the sad sad state of her rich girl life when the stewardess asked her to properly stow her belongings, as per regulations and as the stewardess walked away, she started shrilly bitching into her cell phone at a high word velocity about how stupid and ugly the stewardess was. I glanced back a few times to see what this monstrous girl looked like and she shot me a "mind your own business, hag" glare, so I decided eyes forward was a good habit to take on. As the plane started taking off, the usual announcement that cell phones and pagers had to be turned off happened, only Miss Monster apparently felt that she was entitled to defy such federal regulations and kept jabbering. The stewardess came back and told her that she had to turn it off and she let out a dusgusted "ugh!" and turned off the phone - note that she didn't say goodbye to her friend... I hate girls like her...
That, compounded with my tailbone being wierd and the fact that one of my ears refused to pop made this just about the worst flight ever. My sole consolation was that I had a wonderful pillow from Ben's parents. Mmm, sleeping with head phones on...