fly much?

someone wrote somewhere sometime ago that the best way to know a person is on a long-haul flight. what better way to find out all the goods and bads about this stranger who is sitting next to you for 13 hours, with nowhere to run. you find out their eating habits, sleeping habits, toilet habits and if they even have basic human decency.

well, methinks long-haul flights basically allow people to realise how morose and idiotic the general population is. no creed. no race. no nationality. just plain dumb stupidity that drives the world around and round and round.

so the next nostalgia moment you have about the romantic quickie you had in the singular narrow artificial lighted lavatory.. think again.

request for that damn aisle seat if you have a darn weak bladder and stop harassing me!