I do. I love to fly. I love everything about it (well not security-the middle seat-or Southwest) but everything else. I love airports and all the people, great foods, and great shops. I love the free wireless. I love watching people.Once in the air I love being in the air. It's like escaping everything even if your going to a hockey event, or the same city you go to three times a year.
There are some parts of fling that I don't like. I don't like that you can't use your Kindle for a real long time and thus have to read the in flight magazine.
I don't like all the weirdo's you have to sit next to. But usually I give off a 'don't talk to me vibe' so I do okay.
I love flying so much I interviewed for a job as a flight attendant recently. The interview went so well that the human resources woman felt obliged to tell me that the pay would be about 20 dollars an hour. I don't love to fly so much that I would give up eating-so I'm not a flight attendant.
I love flying so much if I don't fly every few months I start to go through withdrawals.
There's just one thing about flying that worries me and always has -the pilot. The pilot carries our lives in our hand. At best you get a Captain Sully who lands you on the water and saves your life from those birds in the engine. At worst -well forget that. But I always worry about the pilot.
Every time I get on a plane I say hello and make eye contact with the pilot. I have a really good sense about people and I'm pretty sure I could see crazy, depressed or distracted in their eyes. I know on days when I have a lot going on I tend to get distracted and will misspell words on the white board. Pilots have the ultimate white board.
Recently I flew Jet Blue with Commoner Kristen to New York. That's nonstop across the country on a red-eye. Our plane had been to Barbados, New York, Bahamas, all with just a 15 minute stop in each place.
Coming home on the 7 hour leg of the journey our attendant commented that this was a last minute 'shift' for her and she was so tired.
So this week when a pilot snapped and started running up and down the aisles of a Jet Blue Flight screaming about Iran and bombs and totally freaking out-I'm not completely surprised. This was probably is 4th flight of the day and he was traumatized.
So remember. The next time you board a plane and the pilot and flight attendant are standing there reading a clip board or loading snacks-say good morning, make eye contact-and decide at that point if you should run back down the jet way screaming every one quick! Run!
But really I LOVE FLYING
