the plane was 5 hours late, but that didn't really affect me. what did have some effect on me was the man who lit a cigarette in his seat and merrily puffed away until two somewhat mortified flight attendants asked him to put it out. he asked why, because he wasn't dropping ashes or anything (he had a henry's cookie package open and was dropping his ashes into it, after all). the flight attendants not-so-calmly explained that smoking was not allowed on the flight. the man very calmly replied that it was allowed on the bus, so it should be allowed on planes too. the flight attendants then snatched the cigarette, lightly burning the smoker's neighbor and told the man not to light up again. he said it was his last cigarette anyway. the flight attendants came on the loud speaker and told everyone on the plane not to lend the smoker a cigarette. the flight continued...
El avión tenía 5 horas de retraso, pero eso no me afectó realmente. Lo que sí me afectó fue el hombre que encendió un cigarrillo en su asiento y lo disfrutó felizmente hasta que dos mortificadas azafatas le pidieron que lo apagara. Él preguntó por qué, ya que no estaba dejando cenizas ni nada (tenía un empaque de galletas henry's y estaba botando sus cenizas dentro de él, después de todo).