You know, I love that my pilot knows his geography. I like even more that he knows exactly where we are. But what I don't like is when his voice comes through the speaker eight inches from my ear, loud enough to rip my face off, to tell me in three languages exactly what we can see to our right, what our current altitude and ground speed are, and what the weather is like where we're going. And this is on a 35-minute flight! Can you imagine what this guy would do if they let him loose on the London/LA route?
Really - if you have some extra time on your hands, how about making another round with the proseco?
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