The airlines do suck, as Mom prosaically determined.
During holiday travel, they also use their teeth.
What used to be a pleasant jaunt south is grueling, exacerbated by college students heading home for break, families shamed into opening gifts elsewhere and one bossy woman who claims she has always been permitted to bring a jug of wine aboard.
I watch everyone avoiding checked baggage fees by hoisting into overheard bins and cramming under seats. Deplaning will take longer than the flight itself. Air rage is not limited to the ticket holder. One attendant, probably disheartened by the corporate box cutters taken to wage and benefits, claps loudly to “better get a move-on if you want to leave on time” at a woman struggling in thick leg braces.
My seatmate is a giantess who loudly dema
