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Someone's afraid of flying.
I was going to write a counter-piece using her own method of inventing a nightmare scenario and riffing off of it ad nauseaum for no particularly good reason. Something about her being late on a deadline, just dumped, well on the way to being inebriated and with a thirty-sixth newly-received rejection letter for her novel in a grungy inter-city hotel room. But I've lost the motivation. On to greater and better things.
But really. In the tragic, pathetic context, what is this:
"Squished in seats too small for the petite, passengers try to retract their fleshy edifices into cocoons of personal space, praying for an uneventful journey and a slender seatmate. To such discomforts, we’ve now added the possibility that the pilot might have had a bad day."
Ah mean COME ON.
But, hey, Twilight Zone reference.
