Thursday, March 5, 2009

Up, Up And Away

Did I mention that I hate to fly? Take-offs are the main problem, as they make me feel like one of those crash test dummies strapped to the seat of a speeding car headed towards a steel wall. Now that I'm in the air, I must say that this plane feels like a '73 Chevy Impala blasting down a pot hole filled highway with a few of its lug nuts missing.

Five dollars for an in flight snack box? Screw you, U.S. Airways. I brought my own. Next thing you know, they'll start charging you to take a piss. Oh, wait.....

The one good thing about this flight is that it was underbooked, so there is a seat between me and the guy sitting in the aisle seat. I'm so glad that I don't have to sit next to some old lady who smells like cured ham.

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