I hate to fly… No, really I do. I understand how it works scientifically, but that doesn’t mean I have to like it. Maybe it started with being a kid when the film “Airport” came out. They used the Indianapolis Airport as the backdrop, so every time I’d fly out to see my grandparents, I’d land at the same place Dean Martin barely saved his flight from certain doom.
When I have to fly I tend to get prepared by loading a bunch of movies on my iPhone, or iPad. Either stuff I haven’t seen or ones that have become my “happy place.” They pass the time and take my mind off Bernoulli.
I do find a couple things interesting in the “post 911” age of travel. First, with charges for checked luggage, everyone has carry-ons. It’s funny that every flight I’ve been on recently they beg to gate check your bag at no charge because they don’t think they’ll have enough room on board. Wha? Huh?
The other thing is dropping people off at the airport. I understand your loved one is important to you, and every second you spend with them is a golden moment. If you can’t stand leaving them at the curb, park your car in the short term lot and go in with them. Don’t leave your unattended vehicle in the white zone (for loading and unloading of passengers only) just to have the PA blare “Would the owner of a white Ford Bronco please return to your car.” The only other reason I can think of is someone has figured out the difference between fines, & getting your car out of the impound lot, and long term parking. At some point the impound lot has got to be more cost effective.
