Up and Coming
Chapter 5
I heard a groan, and I opened my eyes. The plane bumped around, and I pulled a blanket over myself to warm up. The plane was cool.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, we are about half an hour away from landing in St. Paul, Minnesota, and the time is 4:00 PM Pacific time, 6:00 PM Central Daylight Time. We are on track for a landing at 6:30 PM Central Daylight Time, and we will keep you updated. Thank you for your patience, and we hope you enjoy the rest of your flight." The speakers blared.
I turned on the camera.
"Hey guys. The pilot just said we are about half an hour away from the airport, and I just woke up from a nap. I know. Exiting, right? See you in half an hour!" I put the camera away.
"Dude, what are we gonna do on the bus tomorrow?" Mike asked me.
"I dunno." I replied. "We'll find something."
After the game in Minnesota, we would leave immediately on the teams massive bus, headed 8 hours to Winnipeg, hopefully getting there before noon the next day.
I groaned, thinking about the schedule, and the plane shook, going through turbulence.
"Hey!" Called Drew Doughty from the back of the plane. "When do we get on the ice? Tonight or tomorrow?"
"Our practice will be tomorrow." Answered Mike, yawning beside me.
I grinned, and got up, heading down the aisles towards the washrooms. I passed the washrooms, and headed into the kitchen.
"Hey, can I get something to eat?" I asked.
"Sure." Answered a blonde flight attendant. "What do you want?"
"Are sandwiches available?" I asked, and she nodded. "Ok. I'll have one of those please. Just a vegetable, no mustard please." I told her, and she nodded as I headed back up the aisle.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, we are about half an hour away from landing in St. Paul, Minnesota, and the time is 4:00 PM Pacific time, 6:00 PM Central Daylight Time. We are on track for a landing at 6:30 PM Central Daylight Time, and we will keep you updated. Thank you for your patience, and we hope you enjoy the rest of your flight." The speakers blared.
I turned on the camera.
"Hey guys. The pilot just said we are about half an hour away from the airport, and I just woke up from a nap. I know. Exiting, right? See you in half an hour!" I put the camera away.
"Dude, what are we gonna do on the bus tomorrow?" Mike asked me.
"I dunno." I replied. "We'll find something."
After the game in Minnesota, we would leave immediately on the teams massive bus, headed 8 hours to Winnipeg, hopefully getting there before noon the next day.
I groaned, thinking about the schedule, and the plane shook, going through turbulence.
"Hey!" Called Drew Doughty from the back of the plane. "When do we get on the ice? Tonight or tomorrow?"
"Our practice will be tomorrow." Answered Mike, yawning beside me.
I grinned, and got up, heading down the aisles towards the washrooms. I passed the washrooms, and headed into the kitchen.
"Hey, can I get something to eat?" I asked.
"Sure." Answered a blonde flight attendant. "What do you want?"
"Are sandwiches available?" I asked, and she nodded. "Ok. I'll have one of those please. Just a vegetable, no mustard please." I told her, and she nodded as I headed back up the aisle.
