Now you have to pay for them to shut up.
They can shove the live music. Last thing I’m interested in is live music on those flying sardine tins.
After arriving at the airport 3 hours early with a pre-attitude you wait in the TSA line another 3 hours. This experience amounts to jail intake processing. By then you have a little Afib and blood pressure that would break the instrument. Next after you get your clothes back on the herd files into the hermetically sealed gas chamber. Lube yourself up to wedge into a space smaller then chickens are allowed. If you are taller than 5’ you will be in the crash position... Knees to chest.. for the duration.Next to you is a woman you just know is going to complain about you for whatever. Across the aisle is a kid who will stare at you for the whole flight.Finally, the plane pushes back and you immediately taxi to the bull pen for another 3 hour hold. Then mercifully you take off. At this point they could bring out the Boston Pops and I would immediately bite into the cyanide capsule I secreted in my mouth. No,I don’t fly anymore.
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Maybe this will ultimately lead to “Quiet Planes”—similar to the “Quiet Cars” on Commuter trains.