“Ding!” You are now free to panic as you fly across the country. I hate flying. I get a nervous stomach at least 24 hours before I have to go to the airport and I break into a small sweat when they call my row. Why do I do it? Because I will NEVER let this fear keep me at home. However, it is very real and my heart goes out to anyone who cannot get on a place because of it.
Tomorrow I am flying to Denver and I am already freaking out – will it be bumpy? Is it safe with the recent storms? God, please don’t be too bumpy.
Wine helps. Maybe one day I’ll take a class or something so that I don’t think ever ding is our engine stalling.
Sigh, I really wish Capt Sullenberger (sp?) was my person pilot.