I love to travel but I dont like the goingand coming back part. When you fly, you're
crammed into a huge metal tube with
400 strangers then go streaking through the sky
at 600 miles an hour, 35,000 feet in the air
for hour after tedious hour and the only thing
they give you to break the monotony are some
miniature pretzels and a TV dinner. your neck
gets stiff, your legs get numb. Slaves rowing
Roman war ships had more leg room. But its
still the quickest way to get there.
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I flew to Paris once with a guy who did a drawing while on the plane that
looked just like this!!!
We'll always have Paris.
i think you've captured the true elegance of flying she said with a touch of irony. (i hope the flight attendants were nice to you.)
xoxo joannie
Joannie, the crews on all our flights were great, but 26 hours from Naples to San Diego. . . as they say in Latin, " Mama mia!"
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