Another trip over and I'm safely back on English soil.
There were no problems with the flight and we didn't encounter any turbulence but I use the word safely on purpose.
I flew easyJet - mainly because it's the only airline out of Stansted flying to Glasgow - and for both legs of my journey I was sat next to the overwing exit. Should I be pleased about this? Did they recognise I've been working out a lot lately? Perhaps my upper body strength was evident on check-in; biceps bulging through my linen jacket.
If you've ever flown easyJet you'll know they actually allocate seats before you arrive at the airport so neither of my conceited scenarios apply. The pre-airport arrival seat allocation might also explain why an elderly woman joined me in row 12 and was asked to familiarise herself with the instructions on how to open the door in the unlikely event of an emergency. She had just asked the steward to place her bag in the overhead locker as it was too heavy for her to manage, so of course a door weighing 3 or 4 times as much would be no problem at all.
But, in that very British way, we both replied that of course that was fine and yes we were happy for the other passengers to rely on us should the unlikely actually happen.
I did notice my fellow passenger didn't actually read the instructions whereas after studying them I began to worry about the angle at which I needed to swing the window/door open; I think they use the same instruction manual writers as Ikea.
Back at Stansted I relaxed, thankful that my skills hadn't been tested. My next work flight is in September; I think this time I'll pay the money to pre-select my seat. And as back up, I might pop an allen* key into my luggage, just to be on the safe side.
*Seriously cannot see or hear the word Alan/Allan/allen without saying it in my head like this.
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