I’m posting from an airplane, just because I can. Every once in a while, it actually feels like I live in the 21st century. In-flight internet access — even for a fee — is the one bright spot in my domestic flights around the US. The Atlanta and Orlando airports? Dreadful chaos. Mumbly, crabby security guys working the lines at the x-ray machine? Punchable. Children? The less said the better. Food? What food?
Actually, there are peanuts. However, there are also new developments of hysterical overreaction while traveling: They won’t serve peanuts in rows 25–31 on my flight because there’s a person in row 28 with a nut allergy. Apparently aggravated by floating nut particles in the atmosphere.
One other travel observation: flying with my pal Emma makes me glad that I’m not pretty, young, and a girl with a charming foreign accent. People always want to chat! I was barely able to handle the over-attentive waiters in the South. Flirty busybodies on a plane would push me over the edge.