There’s not much I dislike more than allowing myself to be locked inside a metal cylinder for hours, with no control. But that’s what I’m doing today. I’m getting on a plane!!
JR and I are taking a spur-of-the-moment trip with our neighbors to the sunny South. I like to be spontaneous, but this time, I think I let my impulsive nature overcome my common sense and my survival instinct.
Yes, I know air travel is safer than being on the ground. Yes, I know it’s much quicker to fly than to drive. And I also know it’s much easier to sit back and let someone else do the driving.
Still, I’d rather do almost anything else than fly. I’m sure I’ll have a great time once I’m there, until the day before we’re due to come home, when the stress-meter will go berserk again.
How about you? Do you like to fly? White knuckler like me?