I feel Kazzy's pain. I've never really enjoyed flying. For me, I think it's mainly the lack of control. If I do something stupid behind the wheel of a car and die, well that's just "I'm an idiot and deserve it." But on a plane, you're completely at the mercy of whatever dunderpate is playing pilot for the day...what if that man's wife just left him? What if he really wanted a bacon cheese burger, medium-well with extra pickle, hold the mayo, and some sprat of a waiter forgot and put mayo on that poor pilot's burger...and what if that mayo was the last straw that sent a degredated shell of a man spiraling down, down, down into a self-destructive freefall that results in his taking his plane, and, by proxy, everyone else on board, on a sudden, unplanned deep sea tour. What if he's lactose intolerant, and one of the stewardesses slips some milk into his whiskey sour, and at 50,000 feet he breaks out into hives, passes out, and that's all she wrote....thinking about it, I'm probably being none too helpful for anyone who already doesn't like flying.
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