Shortly after the tragedy, I found myself getting angry. Angry at an animal with wings who'd rather get bunions than fly.
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Shortly after the tragedy, I found myself getting angry. Angry at an animal with wings who'd rather get bunions than fly.
Greed caused the airlines to sacrifice comfort for sardine-seating. There’s nothing left for passengers in coach to do now but slug it out amongst themselves.
Why stop with babies? I’d like to have a map that showed every passenger who’d eaten garlic in the past 24 hours.
If you want to read a ripe slice of cowardly governmental gibberish, peruse the latest Washington guidelines regarding airborne animals.
We all complain about the state of commercial air travel. But it beats a slow boat to China. Or Vietnam.
In other words, a stampede off the plane with first-class dandies taking their leisurely time gathering up their Kate Spade carry-ons, and the hoi polloi jamming the aisles with their therapy chickens and steamer trunks, would proceed as usual.
I just flew to Memphis and back in absolutely packed Delta aircraft. The seats in coach were so cramped that our arms became useless appendages pinned to our sides. The aisles were so narrow, most folks had to walk sideways. You could barely breathe in there.
There wasn’t room for a Yorkshire puppy on any of my full flights, let alone a little pony.
Would you have prayed? Wept? Written a note to your loved ones? Hugged your traveling companion? Looked around to see if anyone needed help?
It’s up to the airlines to figure out a way to accommodate really big passengers without relying on much smaller ones to roll themselves into little balls.
You want to prevent this from happening again, United? Here's a thought: Don't cram pets into airless overhead bins to suffocate.
There. Problem solved.
You want to prevent this from happening again, United? Here's a thought: Don't cram pets into airless overhead bins to suffocate.
There. Problem solved.