I read a post on one of my favorite blogs today (Insidethelifeofmoi by Amanda) about her recent trip to Turkey. Pop by and check it out. I feel confident you’ll become a loyal reader. OK, enough plugging Amanda’s blog (make that a cashier’s check, Amanda 😉 ).
Amanda talks about the “joys” of flying among other things, and it got me to thinking. I remember back in the day before the tragic events of 9/11, that flying used to be fun. I grew up in a subdivision about 5 miles from KCI Airport so flying was very easy. Most of my friends’ parents worked for TWA (we called them TWA brats affectionately) so people flew all the time. My friends could even sit in the cockpit jump seat. Because most of them flew for free, they would split a ticket price with me and we would hit the skies. KCI is (was) a very convenient airport and our parents could drop us off right outside the gate due to it’s horseshoe design. A person could walk right in at their boarding gate. We would dress up, pack everything but the kitchen sink, and take snacks. Great fun for a teen. I miss those days.
After 9/11, as we all know things drastically changed. Flying is a chore, a necessity. I would almost rather take the bus, and have taken the train (which is fun) to avoid flying. However, due to my job I’ve been forced to fly many times. I generally get to change flights in really slow airports like Dallas, O’Hare, or
Hotlanta Atlanta (my pilot buddies tell me it’s now the busiest in the World). Joy.
Needless to say I don’t like it anymore. I don’t dress up, usually I’m in sweats. I wear easy off/on shoes even though they may kill my feet. I pack as light as I can. You know, one pair of underwear for four days (wear frontwards, backwards, inside-out frontwards, inside-out backwards.) That was a joke, and I actually just grossed myself out but I’ll leave it in for a bit of shock factor. I seem to fit a “profile” and often have to unpack everything. I have to carry a laptop full of technical junk that looks suspicious I guess. It’s truly torture. I’m sure I’m not enlightening anyone who’s flown in the last few decades.
So here’s to the “Unfriendly Skies”…may I see you only when absolutely necessary.