Life's a Stitch

Holy St. Christopher, Batman, the plane only had 18 seats. Every seat an aisle seat and every seat had a window. Even the seaplane I've taken to Vancouver Island is twice the size.
That's what you get when you buy cash plus miles tickets. I figure the cash went to the real jet we had from Vancouver to Toronto and the miles were applied to the propellor job we took the rest of the way to a family East Coast trip. I momentarily considered a sitting meditative stance but I didn't want to unclench my intertwined hands or doubly crossed legs.
Half way into it, flying through yellow grey tinged storm clouds, the captain makes an announcement. Over the din of the engines I caught the gist. "Bad luck, folks……..bumps……..fasten seat belts." How do fluffy clouds produce such big bumps? I observe the pilot utilizing his "oh shit" handles. Comforting.
I've obviously lived to tell the tale, vowing different future travel arrangements, nerves assuaged by an astute sibling serving wine. Good times ahead. Stay tuned for
further vacation adventures. Apologies for IPad formatting difficulties.