May 22, 2008

If Llamas Had Wings

Just so you know, I had a perfectly beastly flight back into Dee Cee this afternoon. Not only did we seem to get routed all the way to Richmond before we turned around and came back north, we also hit some air-pockets the likes of which I have not experienced in quite some time.

Then, to cap it all off, we got hit by a gust of cross-wind just as we were touching down, causing the plane to bank about fifteen degrees and to hit extremely hard on just one wheel. Lest you think I'm just being a whiney boy, the entire cabin gasped collectively.

Ladies and gentlemen, I really do hate flying.

UPDATE: Very properly man-slapped by the LMC in the comments. Thanks, dude. You're money.

Posted by Robert at May 22, 2008 07:33 PM | TrackBack

At least you were not in a helicopter over a dicey part of town at night with the pilot dumping flares.

Posted by: LMC at May 22, 2008 09:26 PM

All you need to do is remember when to rally the boys and tell 'em, "Let's roll."

Feel better now?

Posted by: tee bee at May 23, 2008 01:56 PM