Is it just me, or does seeing a pilot trying to find something to read in the airport bookstore just like us passengers seem kind of disconcerting?
Remember when we used to gripe because all we got to eat from the airline was a lousy sandwich? Those were the good old days.
Watching planes taxi and take-off (while waiting our turn) makes me wonder if these things really can fly. I mean, how could those thin wings hold up that big fuselage in thin air? And if it’s that simple, how come the Chinese didn’t invent flying 2,000 years ago?
The woman next to me reached around the seat, tapped the guy in front of her and said, “Excuse me, but could you put your seat up so you won’t be reclining into my lap?” He did.
Landing in Albuquerque is always a thrill. A thrill to be home, yes. But the thrill I mean is that white knuckle approach over the mountains with a few thousand feet to spare, then trying to make enough turns on a dime to line up on runway 26.