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Why I do not think of that before I sit down is one of those mysteries of nature that never will be solved. Another half hour to extradite myself from the seat and go and stand in line at the restroom for another half hour and then come back and squeeze myself back into the seat and again manipulate the seatbelts. By that time, I am totally exhausted.
• Another reason I am not too fond of flying has to do with the cuisine. When you mentioned airline food, the term cuisine does not readily come to mind. Whatever they serve on board has nothing whatsoever to resemble nutritious cuisine.
• I think some of these people who are going to begin taking their pigs on board might take this into consideration. If the food is as bad as it has been, somebody, like yours truly, might look at that pig with a certain cuisine activity in mind. I am not adverse to a nicely roasted pork for lunch. In fact, I am going to start taking apples with me when I fly just in case the occasion presents itself.
• I suppose the biggest reason I do not like flying has to do with the seats. Whoever designed airline seats never had an encounter with a real man. I believe they thought that the only people who would ever fly an airplane would be height-challenged people. Those who would not take up much space. Perhaps also they were thinking of people who were posteriorly-challenged.
• Have you looked at people lately? There are very few posteriorly-challenged

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