Airport Trolling and OJ (Part 1)

Good morning! (I feel a bit silly saying good morning because not many people read me, but hey, it is a good morning anyway, right?)
It's time to wright about my first day here! (Yes, I'm in The States already)
I woke up at a quarter to six (Next to my boyfriend, which was wonderful) to finish packing stuff like gadgets and chargers that I had been using overnight to have battery for the next day on the plane or in the airport. I got dressed (I had already picked my clothes), brushed my hair, blablabla... All of those routinary things. So we got my bags and made way to the train that took us to the airport. The train ride didn't feel very long, but I was sad about leaving.
Once we got to the airport, I checked in my luggage. They asked me some ridiculous security questions and I was good to go. After that, David (my boyfriend), my mom and I went to have breakfast. Cheescake and a coffee. Finally, it was time to go to the gate. I said my sad and long goodbyes and went through security.  On the other side of security there are hundreds of shops and all sorts of things to make you spend money before your flight. All I did was go into Relay to see if I could find some manga to read but... no luck! Meh, I had my laptop with me so it wasn't that bad.
9:25 AM, boarding time! When I got onto the plane, I sat down and the first thing I heard was
"Excuse me, are you travelling alone?" A woman asked.
"Yes, I am." I replied.
"Great. Don't feel obliged to say yes, but my husband is sitting right there next to the window in row 34, would you be so kind to exchange seats with him?" She was very polite, so I just had to say yes! (Just kidding, it was because that seat was at the window next to the wing, I love watching the wing of the aircraft when I'm on a plane.)
"Of course, no problem!" I said.
"Oh, wow, thank you so much!" The expression on her face changed from polite and direct to excited.
"Sure, you're welcome." I smiled at her and moved two rows down, where a tall man was sitting.
"Thank you, miss" He said, kindly.
I was very excited to start my journey. Take-off is my favourite part of the flight. I would say landing too, but landing means the flight is over, so I prefer take-off.
The flight was pleasant, they gave all of us passengers a meal, a packet of mini pretzels and calzone in a packet (And yes, everything was absolutely disgusting except for the calzone.); the cool part came when they were selling things on the plain and I asked for some M&M's. It went something like this:
"Uh, one of M&M's please."
"That'll be two dollars miss." The man said.
"Sure." I pulled out two one dollar bills and reached my hand out to the man.
"I'm sorry miss, but we don't accept cash, only credit or debit cards." He announced.
"Oh. Than I won't be ordering anything; sorry." I apologized.
"You know what? Take them, it's on me." The man smiled and gave me the packet of M&M's.
"Really? Wow, thanks!" I smiled with gratitude.
"It's a pleasure." He smiled back.
And that, my friends, is how I got some free M&M's on a plane to the US! Yaay! OK, I was enthusiastic about it because free stuff is always cool. I mean, what are the odds, right?
I looked at the stats of the plane. We were stable at 11,621 metres, at -56ºC. All in all, it was a good flight with a nice landing, and the woman next to me was nice, so even though it was a long 8 hours sitting down, I enjoyed it.
I'll be updating part two shortly. See you soon!