Airline Angst

I hate flying.

Not the physical act of sitting in a plane cruising at 35000 feet, but the process of all that flying entails. Driving to the airport (usually not a short trip), waiting in the long line to check-in (which is now an impersonal computer kiosk), waiting in yet another long line for security (impersonal is implied with TSA), and then of course, the wait for your airline to board, seat, and finally take-off. No matter where you fly, your entire day is affected somehow.

I was up early this morning trying to catch an earlier flight and be less of a pain on my host, as well as get home earlier to my husband. I'm tired, wondering if I can nap in my chair, but know that I won't sleep well if it all. My earlier flight came with a fee and a bad attitude. so that sucks.

I have a carry-on and my laptop bag. I hate lugging these all over the place, but I have little choice. Terrorists are everywhere they tell us, so we can't leave our bags unattended. I can't trust my fellow passengers, I guess.

What really bothers me is that I don't have any solutions to the problems. Yes, a passengers' manifesto is a step in the right direction, but I don't think it will help everything. I almost wish the government would take over all air travel, but I don't think that would go over well. It would be cheaper, at any rate. And probably less annoying. Hopefully. I guess it doesn't matter.

I doubt any of this will get better. Things will probably get worse before they get better.