People are sheep and usually fly once, maybe twice, a year. They get to the airport all excited because they are going to visit Aunt Mae or grandma, so they meekly stand there agape in TSA’s prisoner line and say (I've heard this): “geee, isn't this great! Look at all the security.”
. .things will only get worse.
I only fly because I have to. Not because I want to.
An entry had to be written in the airplane's logbook, then the logbook had to be hand carried to some other location away from DFW. This was supposedly to make an entry in AA’s big mother log book.
This took two and a half hours, while we sat on the airplane.
What the hell was that all about ?