Part 3: Weenie in Her Full, Upright and Locked Position

In Part 1 and Part 2 of the Travelin’ Weenie series, a theme has begun to develop. See how it continues to manifest before the plane has even left the ground…

I’m not a big fan of flying, but since I love to travel I can’t always avoid airplanes. It’s not that I’m afraid of crashing—I tend to go with the statistics on that and hope for the best. (I have a similar approach to the stock market and swimming right after lunch.) My fear is of a more insidious, slow kind: Death by plane germs (plerms).

What child picked its nose and wiped it on my arm rest? Who is that coughing up a lung in the exit row? How many heads have rested on this miniature dust mite farm some call a pillow? Am I in good enough shape to stiff-arm the flight attendant in case I have to flee from some errant projectile vomit? Is there a clear path from my seat to the lavatory? (I could write an entire post on lavatory protocol alone.)

Now imagine if you will, sitting next to me on a plane, and you’ll have a glimpse into the life of the bravest, most tolerant man I’ve ever known: Mr. Weenie. Let’s face it, neuroses this deep don’t limit themselves to the friendly skies. (You should see me try to make lasagna or parallel park downtown.)

After disinfecting the armrests, confirming the presence of an airsickness bag for the passenger sitting next to me and checking the emergency card to make sure my chair turns into a raft, I pull out that well-worn, guilty pleasure/holy grail of the air—Sky Mall. Now that’s my kind of mile-high club.

What better way to pass the time than losing oneself in page after page of never before dreamed of items that are suddenly critical to one’s happiness? Here are a few of my favorite finds from our recent trip:

Stress Relieving Massage Helmet: Because even Robocop has a bad day every now and then.

Cat Toilet: I just like the expression on this cat's face. He's all like, "Stop staring, yo."

Back Massager: Check out the clean lines and simple functionality of Leonardo da Vinci and Lady Gaga's beautiful lovechild.

And who can forget this Sky Mall Classic? Sasquach Garden Sculpture: For the man in your life who has everything but taste.

Wine Glass Holder: Frat boy meets 5th Avenue

Canine Genealogy Kit: Because if I find out my poodle’s not a full-breed, I’m tossing him in the river.

Fire Escape Hood: My guess is that if you feel you need this in your garage, you have bigger problems than fire.

I. NEED. THIS.

Okay, now I’m ready to sit back, relax and enjoy the flight.

Tune in next time for Part 4 in the Travelin’ Weenie series.

Catch up with the rest of the saga…
Part 1: Travelin’ Weenies – The Colorado Experiment
Part 2: The Comfort of Crap