I'm convinced that I was a very, very bad girl in a previous life. It's the only explanation for the seriously bad travel karma I have.
I'm not kidding. I have bad, BAD travel karma. You don't believe me? Check this list out:
Head Over Heels
The Wedding Planner
Sweet November
and as part of United Airlines' June Julia Roberts Retrospective (what, she died while I was in midair?) Notting Hill.
Not only was I trapped on a small metal tube with these appalling movies, I was subjected to Head Over Heels and Sweet November again on the way home as well.
Please, just pass me a pair of chopsticks so I can poke my eyes out. It would be less painful.
On my last trip to the US, I was tortured with Runaway Bride and The Thomas Crown Affair not once, not twice, not even three but FOUR times on various flights. Not even my favourite films could withstand that sort of onslaught.
See what I mean about bad travel karma?
I think the gods are trying to tell me to stay home.
That's pretty sad.
Ok, that's it! What's all the Julia Roberts bashing about? (What do I hear in the background?) ...."Let's get Ready.... to Rumble...." Oh, wait, you're a girl. I can't rumble with you then...
I think maybe thats why the american flight attendants give the fake smile while doing the life jacket demos. They're so happy that the plane will crash and they won't have to watch the in flight movies ad nauseum, or the two day old newsreel, or the crappy old episodes of Frasier.
I would have shot you and put you out of your misery.
The Duchess
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lol Tree, I think you're right!