Lost...

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.

To keep the plane theme rolling, my friend and office mate James, sent me this funny video of comedian Louis CK. The plane jokes are really funny.

Everything's amazing, nobody's happy