A few concerns:
- I guess its call blue tooth? The thing where people walk around and look like their talking to themselves. For whatever reason, it seemed like the airports were full of those people this trip. And they seem to usually not be carrying a whole lot with them. Why don't you just go ahead and talk on a regular phone so you don't look like an insane person?
- Usually I'm with family members who I can negotiate with concerning seats. During middle flight, which was the longest of the three, I was in the middle seat between two big guys. They weren't enormous, but pretty big. They both spread their legs out, infringing on my space. And forget about me getting any share of a armrest. I'm claustrophobic anyway, so I seriously almost had a panic attack. I had a little talk with myself and I made it, but it was pretty much four hours of hell.
- The landing in Reno was tough. I was surprisingly calm, though. The pilot had said it would be windy in Reno. It seemed fine until the end. Maybe 5 seconds before we touched down the wings started going back and forth. He gunned it and went back up in the air again. He said it would be safer if we tried it again. He circled around which seemed to take about 10 minutes. This time we made it, but there was some rocking going on right at the very end again. So I faced two of my greatest fears on the trip back - claustrophobia and dying a horrific, fiery death.
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