When the captain gave us his ‘welcome aboard’ speech he advised us there would be some rough weather due to thunderstorms in Kansas. He was correct. I appreciated the warning. I don’t always drink on flights but that announcement made a Bloody Mary seem like a prudent, prophylactic, course of action.
The turbulence was not severe. I have certainly experienced worse, It was, however, sufficient to keep the flight attendants in their seats for part of the flight.
The same could not be said of some of the passengers. One passenger who appeared to be somewhere between 70 and death felt the announcement that the flight attendants would be seated was her cue to navigate her way from row 8 to the rear lavatories. And she was thoughtful enough to complain to everyone within earshot about the inconveniences heaped upon her by the bumpiness of the flight. Poor dear. Thank goodness the rest of us weren’t in that situation.
A 20-something dad with a toddler spent some time bouncing off the nearby seats, and passengers, because the little one was restless. I didn’t mind him quite as much. Junior was not crying and dad was a total DILF.
My reaction to turbulence is irrational but has the virtue that it doesn’t inconvenience anyone but me. I tighten my seat belt really, REALLY tight and hold onto the tail of it so I can tug harder on the bad bumps. The only practical value in this is it gives me something to do with my hands.
I also flex my feet against the legs of the seat in front of me. These two action combined probably make the turbulence seem worse because I am so firmly anchored to my chair that I feel bumps that might otherwise be softened by the seat. I think of it as being ‘one’ with the plane. I’m not exactly sure why that seems like a good thing. As I said, it’s irrational.
If it get’s really choppy I pull out my ultimate coping skill. I try to count in synch with the second hand on my watch without looking at the watch; counting to 60 in exactly one minute, counting to 300 in exactly 5 minutes, etc. It sounds a little ‘Rainman’ but it’s quieter than working a rosary…. or crying like a little girl.