Flights

I've been listening to a lot of Pearl Jam the last few days-so that's why this post just has one word to describe it.Traveling in the states can be fun, but the domestic flights totally suck. I have to say I was quite disappointed when the air hostess once said that the rest room on board wasn't working-not that its a very exciting prospect to use a rest room onboard a plane,but when you gotta go, you gotta go! Firstly, how can that shack be called a "rest-room"? There's no way one can rest when you're taking a dump in something that certainly can't be called a room,unless of course you're a midget like Gary Coleman. I wonder what went through the head of the guy who designed these so called "rooms". He must've been looking at a picasso version of the painting "whistler's mother" when thinking about the idea, coz that's who I feel like when I sit all contorted in that shoe box. And the worst part is when you've to answer natures call when the plane is about to land!! People look at you ever so strangely when I do that because firstly I'm brown and secondly I'm using the loo minutes before the flight actually lands. That could cause some concern on board-especially because of 9/11 and also the fact that you're not buckled in-not that it should make a difference when you're sitting like a lego piece in that sorry excuse for a receptacle. I can imagine the flight attendant knocking vehemently on the door asking me to get out asap and my brown appearance would certainly throw them off into a fit of paranoia created by Ata.I can see all sorts of accusations being fired in all directions and in that case my only defense will be "Whatchu talkin bout".