Welcome aboard Flight 517, and thanks for flying Ameri-delt UniLines!” In my other incarnation, I’m a travel agent. I specialize in group trips to Israel, but in essence, I’m an accessory to aeronautical misery,
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W ell here I am: 54B. My knees are neatly tucked under my chin and I’m trying to shrink into myself so I don’t spill over into the next seat. The armrests are digging into my elbows; the person immediately in front of me has reclined her seat inches from my lap. The sickening odor of exhaust wafts through the air. A loud whistling noise accompanies the shaking and shuddering of my seat effectively drowning out any attempts at speech.
Welcome aboard Flight 517 and thanks for flying Ameri-delt UniLines!
After this recent experience flying the unfriendly skies I am left feeling like a criminal. For it is I who sends people off on a daily basis to spend hours in the cramped quarters of a flying sardine can. To quote the great cartoon philosopher Charles Brown…“Good grief!”
You see in my other incarnation I’m a travel agent. I specialize in group trips to Israel but in essence I’m an accessory to aeronautical misery. Please forgive me. A girl’s gotta make a living.
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