Fly
I've mentioned before how much I hate flying. One of the things I hate- besides, you know, the risk of falling out of the freaking sky- is how claustrophobic it is. As soon as I walk into a plane, I think "This is the little tin can where I will die". Then you sit down in those teeny little aluminium seats, with a seatbelt that always- always- seems to be adapted to fit a 3 year old on the preceding flight, and get your feet sandwiched between two slices of metal. Then, of course, the person in front of you decides to tip their seat right back, 5 minutes into an 8 hour flight, so you basically end up as their big, squishy plane-pillow.At least you get to snuggle up with a blanket and paper pillow and, sometimes, free Coke and chicken!



