Many of you already know that I work for the airlines, and as a result, I fly a lot. Now, I’m pretty easily self-contained and stick to my own world. I bring my book and I’m lost in Sara-landia for the duration of the flight. But this morning, as our flight taxied on the runway out of Missoula, I had a moment of supreme boredom. And I kid you not, this is what passed through my head:
I wish somebody would just flip out right now and start screaming and calling for help. That would provide me with some mild entertainment for a few minutes.
Like I said, I’m sick and I’m sorry.

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