I just ready a very funny (but discouraging and disturbing) account of one man's recent flight experiences. This just 4 days before I get herded onto a flying mass of steel (is that what they are made out of? Dunno, really) hoping that I don't catch whatever Jr. sitting behind me has as he sneezes and coughs. Or that I don't get stuck next to the guy that hasn't showered in a month, or whose hair is so greasy that it leaves a stain on the seat-back.
Don't get me wrong. I actually love flying. I actually find it entertaining to sit and listen and watch and try to figure out why people do what they do. But actually getting a flight to take off on time, and getting your bags to come with you, and then lucking out with a decently groomed seat-mate is really all just dumb luck.
Read this poor man's story. You'll consider yourself lucky the next time you take a trip. At least, I hope I still will feel that way after my flight on Friday.