Jul
06
2001
And speaking of airplane travel, my sister Megan is on her way to London this evening to spend two weeks with our Dad in London (with a brief side trip to Paris). Bon voyage, baby!
I wish they could come up with some magical method of getting you there without the horror of 11 hours in a sardine can, mostly over frozen wasteland. Why haven’t they come up with a Star Trek way of just zapping you over there? I’d way rather spend money on that than about 75% of the stuff tax dollars get spent on.
Jul
06
2001
Maybe the airlines should consider that air rage might have something to do with waiting in line forever to get checked in (I will never understand why the people in front of me take so damn long when I get checked in within 2 minutes), being endlessly delayed (on our recent trip to LA, Rufus and I spent more than twice the actual flying time waiting for a delayed plane), baggage being lost (worst case for me was having my luggage lost for 2 weeks and then having it turn up with big pink “RUSH” stickers on it. God knows where it went on vacation), and being packed into teeny seats at the mercy of other passengers’ elbows and conversation. Many domestic flights have cut down their food service — not that airplane food is ever gourmet, though it can be passable in business/first class — so you can add being hungry to the other lists of physical and mental malaise caused by flying. I’m not saying that some people don’t go nuts and act like assholes on planes — though possibly no more than they do on terra firma — but maybe if they were treated better to begin with, it would help.