I figured since Lenny has lots to say about flying, I would say a few things about it myself. . . 

My family is pretty respectful of my severe dislike of the entire miserable event. (The event of flying that is.) Here are a few rules that are loosely followed by the people I travel with.

 I don’t want to talk about flying once our feet have touched the plane.  I don’t want to discuss how the weather is going to affect the flight or how some of the people look like terrorists. I don’t want to discuss the wings, flaps, pitch and all the crap that Lenny is learning in flight school that keep the levitating trap from hell in the sky!

Arianna sits on one side of me by the window with her headphones on watching movies. Lenny sits on the other side of me with his headphones on watching movies.  I sit in the middle holding  a book and staring blankly at the words.  No one is to talk to me unless they need to pee.  Otherwise there is NOTHING to say until the flight is over.  Although I may not look it, I am very busy up there in the sky.  I am using my energy to help the pilot and God keep the plane in the sky.  I am also deterring any undesirable turbulence from affecting our already hellish experience up there far. far away from the lovely Earth.

Take off and landing are very exhausting for me since I really need to exert my energy then.  During take off I’m sending my magic “go, baby, go and lift off” energy out and during landing I’m using my “nice and easy” energy to help the pilot land softly.  My hands become sweaty during both events.

Here’s a little side note:  I believe it should be against the law for people to wear perfume and cologne on planes.  No one wants to smell you for 5 hours.  It’s sickening.  It’s bad enough that we’re all crammed together with all these burping, farting, coughing, sneezing people! I don’t want any additional, unnecessary discomforts like the stench of bad perfume.  

That’s all I’ve got to say about that!!