Watch Out for Falling Objects

First of all, I would just like to say that the individual sitting in front of me seemed to have a short man’s complex already and probably didn’t like tall women to begin with [I can safely say that in this blog because my male readership (of one) is quite tall]. Second, I was just trying to HELP [nothing good ever follows THAT lead-in]. Neither the suitcase NOR the briefcase involved were.even.MINE!!

What DOES one say when they are trying to warn a fellow, petite passenger about plummeting overhead baggage that may have shifted before takeoff??? “Fore”? Well, whatever you SHOULD yell, it is decidedly not….“WATCH OUT, Little Man”

[=) =) double smiley face???? “MISTER Little Man”????] Ummm…NO….Mr. Little Man was NOT amused. After the PC-pile-drive, Napoleon held his head for like twenty minutes.….Give me a break, Precious and MAN-UP – it wasn’t like it was a freakin’ anvil that fell…it.was.a.duffel.bag.

After takeoff, as the flight attendant was shimmying up the aisle with the drink cart…she leans over to me and whispers – “did you see the man in front of you get hit by a falling bag?” It took all my normally absent common sense to resist the urge to say “See it??? I DID it!” As she rolled on, I realized that Mr. Little Man is filing.a.claim.with.USAir!!!! Some people will do anything for free drink coupons.

From there on – I swear to god – he may as well have been an unescorted minor – and not just because of his height. Each flight attendant checked on him every time they went by. All I can say is his damn Bose “head-surround” ear phones don’t seem to bother his boo-boo all that much. He even took a nap at one point. I was so worried he was in shock I kept “dropping” things on his head to make sure he was okay.

Last I saw him, he was standing in the galley after we landed waiting for the paramedics. After getting his name, I told Les I was putting him in my blog and I didn’t want to call him “Little Man” in the whole post. He looked like something ELSE had fallen on his head.