Flying

“Anybody got some Ritz crackers here, we goin’ have a lil’ snack time today!” screamed the large black woman from the security checkpoint. Yep, that was a mistake, I tried bringing a jar of peanut butter with me on a carry on. That’s one for the record books.

I love flying. We’re all packed in like sardines in a long tube and all we have to look forward to is the 6 oz. beverage or if we’re lucky a meal of dry lettuce and something called meat. But, I love flying, and just like the rest of you feel like the food on the plane is more of a game than an actual meal. As I meticulously dissect the package of food and eat it bite-by-bite I occasionally check out the window just to make sure we’re still up in the clouds. Good thing the plane still works. Like I said, I love flying.