The Joy of Flight!

Ah! For the good old days when flying was a breeze! When one could check a bag and board a plane with ease. Now, air travel has all the charms of a stagecoach ride. 'Tis more than the beleaguered traveler ought to abide! With great trepidation I ordered a ticket thro' my computer. (And with my feeble computer skills, I could have used a tutor!) Tho' my final destination was Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, I feared I'd strike the wrong key and end up in Lithuania! Before you can even fly those friendly, pristine skies, You must bear a humiliating search by the security guys. I had to remove my belt and shoes, thus adding to my woes, Since I wore a pair of holey sox, exposing my corny toes! A soda and a stale bag of pretzels is now the usual fare. A lady regaled me about her operations, adding to my despair! And wouldn't you know it, the plane parked at Concourse A; I had ten minutes to get to Concourse C, one half mile away! Round and round went the carousel - I had a sinking sensation. Sure enough, my bag was missing, adding to my frustration! Fiddle faddle and fiddle sticks! I'm tired of all this fuss; Next time I travel, I'm taking a Greyhound bus! Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)