Flying over the Golden Bridge

On my way to Canada and after my thinking session at Tokyo's International Airport, I had a quick change of planes in San Francisco, beautiful American city. Just before arriving, the air attendant started talking to us all passengers. We were all half asleep and well fed, sort of surviving in our seats. We were all anxiously and secretly waiting for the lights to turn on and hear the magical 'CLING' sound that allows you to stand up, stretch your legs and get your ass outta the plane as fast as you can, trying to see if some of the passengers in first class forgot any of their complimentary flying sets (or is it just me doing this?)

Anyway, there she was talking about San Francisco:

'...and for those who have never been here I am sure you at least have seen some of the pictures or postcards of the city. Let me tell you that those postcards were taken in days like today, when the sun shines and warms up the entire place. For those passengers seated on the right side you will be lucky enough to have a breathtaking view of the Golden Gate Bridge. Pay attention to the reflection of the rays of sun on the iron of the bridge and you will understand why we call it Golden Gate. And there it is!'
I was so excited I was going to be able to finally take a picture of such a famous landmark. I took my camera out of my bag, turned it on, opened the window-that had been closed for the entire flight, focused the lens and this is the picture I took:



Breathtaking?! Reflection of the golden rays?! MY ASS!! BITCH! I would like to take your breath away by choking you for a couple of minutes!! She did not tell that the ones seated ON the wing were going to be able to see jack shit of the Golden Gate, San Francisco and its hills. (On a more positive side, I was able to count the bolts on the wing of the plane: 147 to be exact. Sad, VERY sad!)