Originally posted by Uztopoke:
Jesus H Christ, do YOU kick ass (as always), Salad!
Haha! It is
only the truth. Hell I didn't even mention the GOOD leg of the trip where a soon-to-be bride got drunk and inadvertently punched me in the eye. My big sistah always tells me I am a "Freak Magnet", which oddly applies even to random airplane seat assignments.
Originally posted by Anton The Penguin:
Heights are bad enough for me (I can't, for example, go down a schoolyard metal pole), but when it comes to flying...oh dear.
Anton, I am PATHOLOGICALLY acrophobic. A big googly monster could come busting through my doors and I wouldn't be half as scared as peering out an OPEN 3rd story window (closed & secure doesn't bother me). But this doesn't make me scared of flying. Just get an aisle seat and a good book or some tunes you'll be fine.