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When Head Wound Harry met Sally

September 23, 2012
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If you’re a comedian and need material for your act, all you have to do is board a plane.  Enclosing yourself in a phallic shaped jet with 200 strangers and a bathroom that’s only a little cleaner than a porta-potty, well, you’re bound to get some material. And if you get nothing, there’s always Deep Vein Thrombosis and snippy flight attendants.

After vacationing in Sedona for a week, the last thing I wanted was a stressful flight back to New York.  It wouldn’t have been an appropriate capstone to such a rejuvenating and fun trip.  Things were starting off great when I quickly  boarded and found a space for my carry-on in the overhead compartment.

Even better, I had the window seat and sat next to a very mild mannered young man who seemed to be very excited about the impending announcement of the iPhone 5.  He later volunteered that he was a software programmer and he naturally “geeked out” to anything Apple.

Ok, fine.  He was polite and chatty, but not enough to drive me to hang myself like the old lady in “Airplane”.  Sitting on the aisle seat was the programmer’s boyfriend.  They made a young, attractive couple and were naturally excited about their first trip to New York City.

So far, so good.

I was trying not to eavesdrop, but I had nothing better to do.  Arizona was slowly receding behind a slab of metal plane wing and cloud wisps, and the cramped space was making me skittish.  I was dozing on and off, and coming to, I was overhearing the young couple hammer out an itinerary for their trip.  Software Programmer Guy got out his trusty Macbook and started hammering away at a list.  Type A personality, I noted.  Most likely the Top.

I drifted back in and out of consciousness.  Whenever I came to, I noticed in my peripheral vision that Software Programmer Guy was tapping away at his keyboard and curiously scratching his head.  This wasn’t just a head scratch to relieve a temporary itch or even the nonverbal act of stimulating the brain to solve a complicated problem.  It was methodical and practically ceaseless.

At first, I ignored it.  But in my side view, I kept noticing the left hand vibrating like a jackhammer on his scalp. Picking and digging.  I looked over, expecting to be amazed by a layer of dandruff flakes fine as fresh-grated clouds of parmesan cheese resting on his shoulders, but I witnessed something more shocking.

His scalp was a bloody, pulpy mess.  If you can imagine his head as the earth’s globe, this poor man’s scalp was caked with scabs in the shape of continents.  I swear to you, I thought I could make out Australia.  I witnessed fiery red rivulets of blood that mapped out fault lines and subduction zones.

I was horrified, grossed out and now I had to spend the rest of the flight flattening myself against the airplane wall because I couldn’t bear to share the same arm rest.

A five hour flight now seemed that much longer.  Like a bad accident, every time his hand unconsciously pick-axed its way to gray matter, my eyes would shift like a reflex to the scene of the crime.  I was freshly traumatized each time.  In between brisk typing and maniacal grating, Software Programmer Guy would suddenly stop everything and improvise a quick peck on his boyfriend’s cheek or nose.

“Awww, young love”, I thought.

“It won’t last”, as I pictured the exact moment that relationship would end.  It would be when boyfriend wakes up one morning, rolls over and discovers to his horror that he’s been sleeping next to a gaping head wound.

Jack Aiello

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8 Responses to When Head Wound Harry met Sally

  1. Deb Martin-Webster
    September 29, 2012 at 9:06 am

    OMG Jack your story is hilarious! Very funny!!

    • October 26, 2012 at 1:30 pm

      Thanks Deb. 🙂

  2. September 25, 2012 at 2:13 pm

    Loved this Jack, nothing trippier than airplane incarceration. My best seatmate was a guy on plane from Dublin who powered down two Jack & Cokes at 8am and then fell asleep with his head on my shoulder.

    • September 25, 2012 at 8:46 pm

      Thomas, anyone physically invading your personal space trumps any bad airplane experience I’ve had so far. A homeless lady once camped out on my shoulder on the Bronx-bound 6 train. But that’s a subway story.

  3. Kathy Minicozzi
    September 23, 2012 at 8:10 pm

    Jack, Donna and Mike,

    So far, the only odd fellow passengers I have come across have been on buses, not planes. There are stories there, too.

    Jack, you deserved a free upgrade to First Class for that one.

  4. September 23, 2012 at 6:21 pm

    Donna, your story deserved a stop at the bar… and a session with a therapist. As for Mike, I always click my heels 3 times when I’m on a plane. That’s why it never crashes.

  5. September 23, 2012 at 1:32 pm

    I loved this one Jack! Five hours with this guy? You are a saint. Flying alone to meet my husband in Vienna, I had the privilege of sitting next to an FAA guy who was going to Europe to aid in the investigation of the Swiss Air plane that went down just one week before. Same airline, same flight number as ours just one week before. During that 8 hours, I found out way too much about why planes go down. As soon as I landed in Austria, I found a bar.

    • September 23, 2012 at 4:45 pm

      Donna, airplanes go down because people lose faith in them (like Tinkerbell)! Or maybe it’s just airlines that have this issue.



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