Flashes of Panic

You know, I really can’t think of anything interesting to write about air travel and its capacity to beat you down and make you tolerate inconvenience and outright incompetence in ways you never would in the rest of your life. Undoubtedly you’ve heard about it or experienced it yourself, so just mentally paste that in here. I’d love to include the name of the airline, but the problem with major airlines is that bad PR seems to just roll off their backs; everyone’s been shafted by one of them, some of us by more than one, and they’re still in business. Except the bankrupt ones, and even that is more likely their fault than ours. So: damn them all, and we’ll get on with things. Like leeching bandwidth from their presidents’ club network. I briefly thought about seeing if I could get their IP blacklisted in a few different places, but then I grew up a little.

Undoubtedly they would have treated us better had they known that I now know the identity of the laconic Stag. Or, maybe they would have treated us worse (not sure how that would’ve been possible, but let’s not think about it) had they known I talked her ear off, and didn’t even ask for a sneak preview of Prague stories.

Meanwhile, I have work to do, and at least a power outlet.