I feel bad about posting that stuff about bad flight attendants. It reminded me of something I read once in Salon — a hilarious recollection of passenger behavior on the infamous San Juan Special. Recommended.
Now I have to go pick up tonight’s seminar speaker at the airport in Detroit. Since the wind is gusting at about 50 miles per hour outside, I expect he’s going to have a story of his own to tell, not to mention an urgent need for clean underwear. I wouldn’t fly today for all the poppies in Afghanistan.