Anyone who knows me well knows how much I love to travel. Anyone who knows me well knows that’s a big fat lie.
I’m aware that many people would kill to have the opportunity to go to the places I’ve been—to see the world up close and personal. Don’t think I’m ungrateful, but to tell the truth, I’m the biggest home-body in the said wide world. As far as I’m concerned, Dorothy got it right when she closed her eyes, clicked her ruby slippers and stated, “There’s no place like home!”
Go ahead and say it. I’m a first-class brat. Who in their right mind wouldn’t look forward to an upcoming trip? Good thing I’ve never claimed to be in my right mind.
I’m usually okay once I get to my destination, it’s the flying I dread most. Let me give you an example taken from yesterday’s flight.
First off, because they didn’t let us choose our seats we were down-graded to worst-class. By that I mean seated at the very back of the plane wh...