April 5, 2020:
12B chows a very messy breakfast sandwich which ends up on her jeans, her seat, the floor, 12C, and, so far, not my blazer. She's beautiful, dark-haired, deep-voiced, disorganized, embarrassed, charming. "OK, I'll just stuff my face now..." The sandwich was a bad decision but she's powering on.
She's equally hapless with her overhead bag. She waited for the bins to fill and for 12C to sit before deciding to deal with it. 12C has to stand, a flight attendant has to rearrange bins to find space, the line of still-boarding passengers is blocked.
In the end she curls up with blanket and eye mask to ignore the flight in sleep. That's too bad. She's beautiful, dark-haired, deep-voiced, disorganized, embarrassed, charming. The flight would have gone more quickly for me if she'd stayed awake.