Every aspect of commercial air travel is hellish.
Except the view.
I always choose a window seat.
Because when your chair is seven miles up in the sky,
you can see forever.
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don’t those clouds make you want to lie on top of them? 🙂
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At a certain point in any flight, I would happily lie on a cloud, or a bed of nails, or a tax return – anything to get out of the modern torture device known as the coach airline seat.
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They say you become old when Christmas loses its magic. But the moment I realised I was old was when flying lost its magic. That moment when I was asked to remove my shoes in a public building and a big guy with a gun tried to dismantle my laptop, that was the moment I became old.
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We’ll really be old when the big guy with the gun takes our shoes, our laptops and our walkers.
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I used to be a window person, now I’m more of an aisle person. But your words and pictures took me back. Thanks for sharing, maybe I’ll choose a window seat the next time I fly somewhere!
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Well the world needs aisle people, too. Do you suppose there are any middle seat people?
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Very few, if any.
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Where ya heading to?
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Just got back from a swing through New England.
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Ahhh.. Sounds like fun:)
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Too many leaves.
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