Daily Excerpt Post - November 1st

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i already made a chemistry pun!

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"Ma'am?" Vivi heard the flight attendant's voice above her shoulder. "Can I offer you a drink?" She forced her eyes back open and carefully avoided looking out of any windows, concentrating on the attendant's pretty, meticulously made-up face. It would take me an hour to get my make-up that perfect, she thought.
"Ginger ale, please?" Vivi replied, and the flight attendant set about pouring it from a can into a small plastic cup. Vivi watched the bubbles and thought about carbonation. Maybe the drink would help calm her nerves a bit. On the rare occasions she couldn't get by without flying it hadn't really helped, but at least it was a small routine thing she could do to reassure herself, not to mention keep herself busy for the next few minutes to keep her mind off the altitude and the inescapable physics. That was the danger of having a science degree, she supposed. She possessed just enough accurate information to realize the inherent dangers of a wide variety of everyday phenomena. Most of the time, she let her higher intellect rule her brain and day-to-day life wasn't scary, but flying was different. Her common sense stayed firmly on the ground and in the tiny, mercifully pressurized and oxygenated cabin she was anxious and quietly irrational.
Jolting herself back into activity, Vivi lowered the tray from the seat in front of her, and the attendant handed Vivi her ginger ale.
"Thank you," Vivi said softly, and the flight attendant consulted the passenger across the aisle. Vivi focused on her cup, wondering briefly if the atmospheric pressure in the cabin was different enough from the pressure on the ground to effect the rate at which the carbon dioxide bubbles left the fructose liquid mixture. That was at least chemistry more than physics, in her mind, anyway. Oh, she could recite the periodic table; that would keep her busy for a couple of minutes. Hydrogen, helium, lithium, beryllium--
"Nervous flyer?" It took her a couple of seconds to come to the conclusion that the man across the aisle was asking her and not someone who could actually look him in the eye. Looking directly at him meant a straight line of sight out of a window, and that was not going to happen. Okay, I'll try to be friendly, but if he needs my eye contact, I am going right back to being boron-- um, boring, she thought firmly.