A collection of doodles with a bit of commentary by RICK GREEN - your cartooning friend

Tuesday, October 9, 2007

Airplane Art - Spicy Tomato

Below is the one illustration that I kept from my flight OUT to Oklahoma. There is a story behind it - want to hear it? I knew you did. Hang on - it's an involved one...

I was on a red-eye after a lay-over in Las Vegas. I was due to arrive in Oklahoma City about 4:20 in the AM, but the flight was delayed. It's the middle of the night.

Now, I'm a person that can normally sleep just about anywhere, but for some reason I CANNOT get any shut-eye on a plane. But I've got to try because I'm facing a long day of traveling after I land. With the seat tray down, I try resting my elbows on it while placing my head lightly on the seat in front of me. At this point I begin to feel a pulse of some kind, and I think, "I can feel my pulse in my hands!" But when I look up I notice that the (shaved) head in front of me is bouncing back and forth to some kind of silent beat. He has a set of head phones on is having his own little dance party through the night - all the way from Las Vegas to OKC. No sleeping that way.

Then there is the cart issue. The flight attendants are coming through with my one, and only, chance for a drink on that flight. "Do I stay awake so that I won't miss my opportunity, or do I let them slip by me in the dark of the plane?" That is the question. I can't stand the pressure. I want to try and get some sleep, but I can't let my one, and only, opportunity to slip by me.

On planes I generally partake of one of two drinks: 1. A coke (they NEVER have Dr. Pepper) or 2. tomato juice. I'd had enough soda (pop) for the day, so in my mind - there in the dark of that plane - while the shinny head bounced back and forth in front of me - I decided to go for tomato juice. But, I thought, "Wouldn't it be nice to have V-8!" I really did. I was thinking that it would be kind of nice to get some juice with a bit of a kick to it. BUT, when I tell the flight attendant what I wanted she said, "All we have is tomato juice or SPICY tomato juice."

Another decision! And this one REALLY troubled me. Not only did I have the pressure of the attendant staring at me - waiting for a response, but I also had the dilemma of not really wanting either of those choices. I didn't want plain-old tomato juice, and I didn't want tomato juice on steroids! I wanted something in-between.

I had to decide. The pressure was on me. What should I do... and so... I decided that... even though it was very late... to go for the SPICY variety. It probably was a bad omen.

The kind attendant gave me my drink. I took my little cup of spicy tomato juice... one sip, two sips, set it down and THEN!!... while reaching for it a third time, I some how managed to bump the cup over onto the top of the tray and spill out its contents!!!

Now, there is a moment, (You know what it's like because you've been there); a moment... in time... when you just did something that you're really regreting... AND!... time moves in S-L-O-W M-O-T-I-O-N. It's at that moment your mind says something like this... "I can't believe you just 'doing' that!!" The thought came somewhere in between spilling my spicy tomato juice and having spilt it. It's a sort of space-time-continuum thing.

So, there I was, in the dark of the plane, with a lap full of spicy tomato. Sick! What does one DO with a lap full of spicy tomato juice? More specifically, how does one get rid of a lap full of spicy tomato juice?

The flight attendants were busy running their service - no help there. I was on my own. So, I began to scoop up the red liquid with my bare hands and pour it back into the now empty plastic cup. It was NOT a very effective method of repair, to say the least.

Then, carefully, I got up and went to the micro-restroom facilities and used up a month's supply of jet airplane bath tissues. If "C.S.I." had happened by they would have cordoned off the crime scene with bright yellow ribbon as a sight for a murder investigation. There was red liquid everywhere - mostly all over me.

I did the best that I could, but I still reeked with the smell of spicy tomato juice. I think that the whole airplane reeked with the smell of spicy tomato juice. My one saving grace was that it was practically dark in the entire airship and most folks had no idea where the aroma came from.

Stranger than all this was that I began to ask myself, "What does a spicy tomato look like." My answer to that question is the included illustration. What do you think a spicy tomato would look like? After my experience with its juice I would certainly characterize it as anything but kind.

When I got off the plane in OKC, I was warmly greeted by my two daughters with a hug... which was interrupted by my oldest saying, "Ewe!!! What's that smell?" The answer: spicy - tomato - juice.

9 comments:

Andrea said...

LOL that was funny. At the time I am sure it was terrible but now that you look back, it is kinda funny!! I bet that was so smelly!! Good think it was dark!! Great drawing, I think it would have looked mean too!! Nothing nice about spicy tomatos!!!

carrie & troy keiser said...

You are quite talented. Ive enjoyed looking at your drawings. Thanks for droppin by my blog.

Manic Mom said...

Cute story! Cute spicy tomato! I bet it was the jerk in front of you because he was bee-bopping around so much and HE made you spill!

You should have just told everyone you got into a fight with a SKUNK!!!

THanks for stopping by Manic's... maybe I'll have you do a caricature of manic mommy someday when I need one when I become famous like Dawn!

Go Trojans!

All moments remembered said...

Ewwwww I bet you did stink! LOL!!

Your drawings are wonderful!! The one for Dawn so captures her and her family!! Nice work!

Keep away from the spicy tomato juice!!
Stacey

Mama Koch said...

Great.....now I'll be smelling that all afternoon!

--sounds like something this clutsy person would do too.

glynna said...

LOL Funny!!! Wish I had been there!! I would have given you lots of grief!!
I like the drawing, but you need a "speech bubble" that says something with an evil laugh!!!

tootsiegrace said...

What a great story (easy for me to say, since it wasn't me living it). I can totally relate to feeling the pressure of the drink cart. I love your organized doodles!

roseys madhouse said...

Im sorry but all I can picture is that guy from the movie "Hitch" you know the one where he cant eat or drink anything without actually wearing some of it lol. I reckon manic mom could ne right too though it was probably the guy in front of you that made the drink spill.But any way thanks for dropping into my blog the other day. Im in New South Wales in Australia (answer to your question). I love your drawings, your extrememly talented.

Damama T said...

Maybe we should introduce your spicy tomato to my squirrel! LOL!! I, too, HATE that eternity of slow motion between the action and the result. The only thing that makes it worse is when the result ends up all over somebody else! Aren't you glad you only got you in the process! LOL!

Keep blogging and doodling about it. I love your stuff!

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