I probably am the most irritable airline passenger ever. Whistling on tiny plane is like torture to me. Don't other people have any sense of what lies beyond the border of their own bodies? I don't want to hear anyone whistling. I don't want to hear a blow by blow discussion of a movie. I don't want to hear the guy behind me talking loudly on the phone (when it should have already been turned off) about wether or not he would be guest lecturing again at Harvard.
On the plus side, I am on an Embraer 145 a very small jet, that seems to instantly arrive at its cruising altitude, I am sitting in seat 1A, a lone and solitary seat. And there is this beautiful view. Plus, I should be home in an hour...very short flight.
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