Goodnight Sweetheart

On the plane to Salzburg, we were treated to a feast of the senses by these two gentlemen across the aisle.  They raced on to the plane late, shuffled people's luggage to fit in theirs and then one promptly made a phone call..... then tutted and sighed and made some grunting noises when he was asked to turn in it off. They had obviously run for the plane as they were both out of breath, were all sweaty and completely on the nose.  You know the smell I mean - the one that once it gets into your nostrils, there is nothing you can do to get it out.  Then you start to be able to taste it and sometimes your eyes burn a little bit..... that's the one I mean.

Within about two and a half seconds of the plane pulling away from the gate, they were both fast asleep and the chap in the window seat was snoring so loudly that you couldn't concentrate on anything else.  All the people around them were looking at each other and saying, can somebody poke him or throw something at him.  I'm surprised that he didn't wake himself up or his mate, he was that loud!  At one point he stopped for a minute and we all looked in his direction to see if he's stopped breathing, but he, still sleep, startled himself with a great big snort and got straight back into it.  

We asked the stewardess if she could maybe say something to him, but she looked at us with pleading eyes and said, "Yes, I could, but then he would be awake.  You understand?"  Yes, I understood perfectly.

Finally the mate woke up and spotted our lunch trays.  In one swift motion, he sat his chair up and pulled his tray table out of the armrest.  He'd been awake for about 1-2 minutes and he still hadn't seemed to have noticed his friend's fog horn impression.

About 5 minutes later, the stewardess came to give the awake chap his lunch and asked if he would wake his friend as the snoring was very loud and disrupting the other passengers.  The care factor was written all over his face.  He gave his friend a little back hander which woke him up and he said something in his language which we guessed was "she said you have to stop snoring."  

He sat up, pulled out his tray table and had some lunch.  Then, within seconds of the plate being taken away, his head went back and the symphony began again.  Lucky for us this time his mate stayed awake and gave him another tap.

Honestly, it was enough to put you off your lunch...... nearly!