I don’t like flying and don’t intend to do it any more if
I can help it. I’ll drive & if I can’t drive it; I won’t go.
I know. A car can wreck; it’s just that a plane crash
generally kills a large number & you don’t know where it is
going to crash.
Last place we flew was a trip to New York. Seeing the
buildings piled on top of each other depressed me & most
on the streets looked rather jaded from living all piled up
on each other. Plus, we had a lot of turbulence on the
flight. Seems like I always had “situations” when I flew
ANYWHERE! Once I flew back from Texas with a drunk falling
asleep on my shoulder during a very “iffy” flight with all
sorts of cringeworthy events, some having us de-plane &
listening to a bunch of banging & clanging “repairs” while
still on the plane. Made us late for a connector flight
at another airport on the way back home.
I declined to drink on that flight. When we finally
landed, the drunk looked up at me and said, “Yer proud of
yershelf ain’t yer?” I replied, “Yep.” (We had to all go
around the airport and find ourselves a connector flight
home. The drunk guy had a hard time getting sobered up
enough to survive & followed me around all over the airport.
9/11 made it all worse.)