I hate flying. I’m not afraid of flying, it’s not that I mind traveling, I just hate to fly. Well, to be completely accurate, I hate to fly commercial; private planes or charter is just fine.

What I hate about flying is the fact that you are at the mercy of the airlines. The first leg of my flight was overbooked so some poor sucker was bumped. Then the flight is short so they opt for a bottle of water and some crackers. Of course the seats are always too small and I seem to always end up next those who take more than their fair share.

To add insult to injury, the flight attendants always ask if there is anything they can do to make your flight more comfortable. Well let’s see. First, makes these seats a little wider and a little softer. Second, put a little more height to the plane so I can and not bend my neck sideways. Then add a little more insulation to dampening the noise. And finally, tell that lady in 7B to turn around and be quiet. I can’t hear the person sitting next to me but I can hear her and she is 5 rows in front of me!