Anatoly's POV
Paris, France.
I'm where I want to be. If being trapped on a overheated airplane for 4 hours is where I want to be, that is.
The plane ride here was awful. My wife and children stayed in Russia, so I was saying goodbye. (and assuring my wife over and over and over again that I would not cheat on her.)
Well, my little goodbyes had made me late, so I had to run through the Russian airport at topspeed to get to my gate. When I arrived at my gate I was told that the plane will be delayed for 3 hours. Being stuck in an airport for 3 hours…yeah, I wouldn't say it's something I would ever do again. Ever. Then I had to go through security….it was kinda…I don't know. Lets just say I had to get a strip search. A very thorough search….
When I got on the plane 3 hours later I went to my seat, which was a nice seat. Only problem was that I sat next to Mr. snoreslikehell. And Mr. leansanddroolsonyourshoulder. Not to mention our lovely plane had a broken air conditioner. So my two sleepy friends were also sweating on me. It's not like I wasn't already drenched in my own sweat. And that flight attendant kept hitting on me. I thought he was creepy.
But I'm here. Joy!
I walk to the desk lady. "Here, um. I'm supposed to give you these." I say. She looks at the papers that the WWCI gave me. "Oh" she said "Okay, your room is number 459."
I guess I should just give my bags to the bell hop and look around. I am really hungry. The plane food they tried to give us was less then edible.
A/N: Blondie and I would really love reviews, because we want to hear what you think….
My, that sounded stalkerish. Oh, and if you so thoughtfuly leave a review, can you tell us who's flight over you thought was worse. Blondie says Anatoly's flight was worse and I say Freddie's was worse.