Isn’t crazy that planes take us thousands of miles to the places we want to be? I really don’t like flying. It makes me incredibly nervous, but I am comfortable enough on planes to recognize that they’re mostly consistent. More so than most other forms of travel.
My younger sister just graduated from college in California and she decided to take a roadtrip home with two of her friends. I flew back several days after she began her roadie. My layover was in Denver. My sister was in Colorado four hours south of Denver the same day of my layover, stuck for 36 hours, because the keys to her car were lost, and they were waiting on the dealer to program a new set. It’s a pretty funny story, especially since everything worked out. I bet it wouldn’t be funny if they were still in Colorado…
If someone lost the “keys” to a plane, I bet they’d make a new set a lot faster than 36 hours…
I thought that was pretty funny and it certainly helped during my last flight from Denver to Kansas City as I chugged a rum and coke as fast as I could through the turbulence. At least it wasn’t too bumpy to stop the beverage service.
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