Sean's Blog

After over 25 years of perfectly satisfactory ground and water transportation, I finally had to take to the air this week for work (driving from Connecticut to California really isn’t a terribly desirable option). And, in short, I hate flying just as much as I thought I would.

I hate it despite neither of my flights being delayed (in fact, both flights took off on-time and arrived early). I didn’t have to worry about checking any luggage, but I’m sure I’d hate that. I hate it because of the incredibly stupid, ridiculous rules the TSA has imposed in recent years that serve mostly to ease the (mostly irrational) fears people have about terrorism rather than actually leaving the country any less prone to acts of terror (as terrorists clearly know and acknowledge, the only weapons that they can use are planes). I hate it because of the cramped, uncomfortable seats. And never mind that the training I went out for could have been done via video conference anyway (which isn’t to say there weren’t other benefits in being out there, but rather that it was a trip I probably didn’t have to make).

Truthfully, I don’t know how people fly on a regular basis. I sure as hell know I’d never want to, and I’m already dreading the two other flights I have planned for this year.