Flying

I just flew in from Knoxville. Man are my arms tired. We flew out from there to Charlotte at about 5:00 in the afternoon and then from there to Portland. I'm no pilot, but I think if we had gone straight west to Portland instead of flying east, it would have been faster. The flight from Knoxville to Charlotte was about a 4 or 5 for me on my 1 to 10 fear scale. It was a smallish plane and things were bumpy. I didn't look out my window because I assumed if I did, that would be the moment I would see the propeller stop turning or a wing fall off. Just seeing that would be enough to kill me. The crash would just be sealing the deal. Also, as I mentioned, it had propellers. That always seems scarier to me. I don't know why. It seemed like we were back in the 1950's, getting on the plane. Are we also going to do some crop dusting on the flight? That's what it looked like.

I did great on the second flight. I was at worst a 2. It concerns me that no one pays attention when the stewardesses give their safety talk. Its like their talking to a 7th period Algebra I class. If we go down, don't look to hang on to my flotation device or use my breathing thingy just because you are unprepared. That's another thing that would kill me. In the event of loss of cabin pressure their breathing thingys fall out of the ceiling. Just having that happen would do me in. I was also proud of myself for not having to use the restroom on the flight. I get in there and I think it could become dislodged and fall out of the plane somehow. Just like on the Jetsons. So I didn't use it. I even passed up a free coke from the stewardess so I wouldn't have to. Sheer willpower.