There’s something about air travel that’s so disconcerting. Your luggage goes away from you. That makes me nervous. The government is allowed to search it if they want to. You don’t get to meet the person controlling the aircraft. He’s always sealed in a tiny compartment in front before you get anywhere near the plane. That’s freaky; I’d like to meet the person responsible for my life as we glide miles over the Earth. You know? Look into his eyes, make sure he’s not drunk. When you get on a bus you see the driver right away, and you can tell if he’s had too much to drink. Same with a cabbie, and even a subway conductor. But they don’t let you meet the pilots. They should. I’d like air travel better. But there are rules and stuff. It is The Way It Is according to the government. Actually, my hatred of air travel is all the government’s fault. There’s a lot of having to trust the government when you get on a plane, and you know how I feel about the government.

*sigh* Here I sit.