If the Plane Goes Down, Damn

Have you ever had a moment when death just didn't scare you as much as it usually does (assuming you have a healthy fear of dying like I do)?

And before any of you start freaking out and calling me, NO, I'm not suicidal. I'm fine. Good even.

It's just that during a bumpy takeoff last night on the flight from Dulles to State College, I had a moment of "Eh". Well, truthfully, it was actually more of a (yeah, I know... shocker... I'm using this phrase again) "It is what it is" moment.

So, I have a secret. I kiss planes as I board. It's just a little superstitious routine I do. And it's kept me safe thus far (provided I'm not jinxing myself by telling you now!), so you probably won't find me changing it anytime soon. I've always been afraid to tell anyone about it for fear that it really has been working, but with my "it is what it is" moment earlier, I figure I'm in good hands either way.

No, I don't actually put lips to fuselage. I'm discreet, than you very much. I kiss my hand as I'm heading from the jetway or up the stairs onto the plane. Then, I touch the side of the door with that hand. It looks (I hope!) like I'm just steadying myself as I board.

As a side note, I wrote this during the IAD-to-SCE flight; so it was before the hardest LANDING I've ever been through once we actually arrived in State College. That pillot slammed us into the ground. Plus, I was completely convinced the plane was gonna skid off the runway or flip over since the wind seemed to be blowing our tin-can-plane all over the place... even as we flew along right around the ground. And if that had've happened, it was all my fault since I'd actually written down my secret routine! Anyway, now you know. And I sincerely hope my little superstitious routine keeps me safe again tomorrow. :)

Sweet dreams, little ones.