@yakkoTDI I’ve been there once for a woman I very much liked. Didn’t work out. I don’t think I would ever live there but it was not as miserable as I expected temp/humidity wise. I mean if you have no ac it only takes your body a week or two to adjust. It’s the in and out of AC that messes it up
"Between January and mid-June, the FAA received approximately 3,100 reports of unruly behaviour, of which 487 have been investigated. That compares to a yearly average of 142 investigations over the last decade. "
Keep in mind that is during a time period most of us dont want to be in tight quarters or on a plane.
@unksol@yakkoTDI As Davy Crockett once implied, Texas is the next best thing to hell. That’s all that famous quote has ever meant to me (actually, I’m of the opinion that it’s worse and I’d argue his phrasing suggests as much). And “next best thing to hell” is where I currently reside.
I sure as fuck wouldn’t get on a plane these days to go to Florida or Texas. But the fresh hell here is part of what motivates me to get on a plane–so I may depart it–despite the close quarters and unruly idiots for a few hours. I’ll be masked and I’ll have words for the stupid fucks who aren’t.
More importantly (and having nothing to do with fresh or stale hells, except as a remedy thereto):
I haven’t been in the presence of my onlyest daughter since Thanksgiving 2019.
She lives in Colorado.
I haven’t been farther from home since this started than occasionally to work (thankfully we’ve been mostly working from home); I’m vaccinated; even if this weren’t hell, it’s time to get the fuck out of here.
But speaking again of fresh hells, given the asswipe we have for a governor and his myriad likeminded constituents, I’m probably safer on a plane than I am in this genuinely damnable place.
Where’s the water??
Unfortunately, we have to take a coast-to-coast plane to visit our son, daughter-in-law and two, soon (in a week) to be three, grandchildren. But I don’t have to like the plane! (It was not so good before the pandemic).
@canuk Me too! As a kid, we only got ginger ale on special occasions, so maybe in my mind flying and special occasions are one and the same? Also, ginger is known to reduce nausea, so maybe the body just instinctively reaches for it.
@canuk I have similar feelings for ginger ale. I might drink it sometimes when I’m not flying (I prefer ginger beer), but it’s one of two things (the other is cranberry juice) that just seem especially made for flying.
I’ve always been comfortable in the air and don’t have flying anxieties–well, other than I and my legs don’t like being bottled up–but comfort is surely part of what explains it.
Coffee is a strong contender because I’m a manchild that thinks that nuking the toilet is hilarious, but planes are the one form of transportation left where you can drink on it so I can’t not go with wine.
PDX has street pricing, and they have plenty of great beers on tap all over the airport. TSA doesn’t have any issue letting you bring an empty growler through security, and the bartenders don’t have any issue filling your growler.
I don’t think you’re technically allowed to drink your own alcohol on the plane, but not being obvious or an asshole makes it easy for the flight attendants to ignore if they even notice.
Probably works at some other airports too, but it’s not worth it if they charge $15 for a pint.
@GrandmaLyn@PooltoyWolf I hadn’t been over to oatmeal in a while cause he’s slowed down to do the whole movie thing In 2019. Read the blog. Then pandemic. I wonder what happened to that movie? I was pleasantly surprised to find a few new comics the other day including this one.
@kittykat9180@tinamarie1974 it’s also possibly cabin pressure and lowered humidity. That’s part of the reason airline food has to kind of be over-seasoned. The tomato probably doesn’t taste as intensely tomato-y as it does on the earth’s surface because your palate isn’t being influenced by all the other factors that go into being in-flight.
Starts with being bedraggled and awake in the unholy morning and driving. It is exciting, to have a change of scenery, but I am mostly unconscious. There would have not been the time and setting for consuming calories or caffeine. I wouldn’t have slept much.
So it’s get parked, processed, security, gate, search out bagel and americano for half-lucidity and calories, for stability, and then have a second compensatory coffee later, on the plane, to land, upon landing, closer to the familiar space of human experience. The heat is nice too, like getting extra free humidity at that rarified altitude.