I've been flying a lot lately,going north to south and south to north. And like most things, if you do them a lot, you get really good at them. Well, I have really stepped up my flying game over this last year, it is now bordering on professional. I don't wear a belt through security, I wear shoes that can easily slip on and off, and I ask for the ocean spray cran-grape before the flight attendant even gives me the options. I fly with the greatest of ease.
Or, at least I used to. My friend let me borrow the first season of Lost and now....
I get it. Now I get why everyone likes that show and why people are terrified to fly. I realize now the plane could potentially fall out of the sky and crash land on an island of polar bears and angry fog.
I find myself looking around the cabin wondering who would be the Jack, the Locke, the Charlie. I fancy myself as a Kate, the deadly outlaw with even deadlier good looks. Next time you are on a plane see if you can spot the Hurly, the Claire, the Turniphead.