May, 2009
This is not a slight against Southwest Airlines, but this excursion cemented my desire to not fly again – too uncomfortable, too stressful. It’s weird, because as a kid I loved to fly. I loved to sit by the window and watch the wing and ailerons and flaps and such, and see the world gliding by underneath. Sometimes, after a family vacation, my grandparents would ask me what my favorite part of the trip was, and as a deeply nerdy child I’d say “the plane ride.” Now, it’s just constant worries about turbulence. I get that it’s safe and efficient, but some animal part of my brain doesn’t. And what’s the deal with airline food?
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