Than sitting in your seat, ready to to head overseas.
However
There is a woman next to me with two disabled children and the work she and the crew needed to just get them in their seat.
Honor to them and all the people working together.
My flight is as uneventful and banal as can be. For this morning, I am statistically the most average of airplane customers. I arrive two hours before my flight, there was no PSA precheck on my ticket. I sit in the middle of the plane in an aisle seat. I misspelled plane and plain but airplanes have their own rules. One is you can not go to the bathroom as the plane is rising.
I am so plain that the only thing that somebody would find recognizable is that I am writing with a good old fashioned pencil. It is a drawing pencil (6b) and Planes are so small and I don’t want to make the effort to find my pencil. I did buy the kids Pentil pencils but I won’t open those.

So here I sit in a far corner of the Chicago airport listening to people complain about Trump. That is what I love about traveling, meeting random people and the stories they tell.








I would love to hear you opinion as well