On a long-haul flight from Sydney to Cape Town, I settled in for some spiritual growth. I’d recently bought a book by an author I admire and was tucked into a middle seat, ready to dive deep into the text on my Kindle.
I hit the power button.
Immediately, a loud, authoritative, and terrifyingly clear robotic voice—not unlike the one used by David Hawkins—bellowed from the device:
"THE ENLIGHTENED SEX MANUAL—BY DAVID DEIDA—PAGE FOUR."
Somehow, the text-to-speech mode had been triggered. In the sudden silence of the cabin, it sounded less like a private reading and more like a public service announcement for the entire row.
I fumbled madly, my fingers turning into useless sausages as I clawed at the screen, desperate to kill the power before the "Enlightened" details of page five began broadcasting to my captive neighbors.
I went into that flight looking for spiritual transcendence; I left it wishing for physical disappearance.
2 comments:
Fabulous! Love 🧡 it!
I’ve read a few of these now and they’re so touching and delightfully funny thank you for sharing them. You write beautifully and the could quite easily be made into a book.
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