Feeling my age
I had a “seniors” moment on board the flight to London.
I had settled in my seat and happy to see the other two seats remaining empty as more passengers came on board. Then these two Mat Sallehs stopped at my row, looking at me in total surprise. I looked back at them and thought “Oh no, I have to share with these two throughout the flight?” The woman then said “Hey, that’s my seat.” I immediately replied, “No, this is 51 …” As soon as I said that, I knew I was in the wrong seat. All the way walking into the plane and down the aisle looking for my seat, I had “51″ in mind but for some reason walked past it and settled into row 57. Why? Onset of Alzheimers, that’s why.
I felt such a fool, those two must think I’m so ulu, probably my first flight overseas. So I took up my stuff and walked to row 51 - not easy since I was against the flow of traffic, forward while everyone else was walking in the opposite direction, towards the back of the plane.
There was a nice consolation to all my foolish, forgetful behaviour - I had the whole row to myself. Same thing coming back to Malaysia, whole row to myself, altho this time, I made sure to remember the right row so I didn’t repeat my “seniors” moment again.
