As near as I can tell, this plane was mostly empty. So they started letting standbys on. Now half the Jamaican population of Toronto has decided to do the commute. I feel like a minority. Most are carrying expensive electronics. Not portable iPods but fully sized DVD players.

What bothers me is that even though I get here hours before, and paid full price, the standbys have nice window seats, and I’ve got the complete dregs. The light doesn’t work, the forced air is missing, I’ve got a neighbor who marinates in perfume, and the person in front of me doesn’t fully get the upright locked position. I guess I’m tired and cranky.

For my peace of mind, another standby who got on board was one of those caucasians who look like they want to be Taliban. You know, head scarf, poor looking, the pathetic attempt at a beard that only comes out as a wispy thing.

In-flight movie! Score! Wait, I’ve seen “The Bourne Supremacy”. The sound system is having problems. I might not even hear the movie.

I should have grabbed another breakfast.