Why flying occasionally sucks.

December 6, 2011

I actually don’t mind flying… usually. Which is a good thing since I seriously do it SO much. Foursquare has told me twice in the past couple of months, “Congrats! You’ve checked into an airport three consecutive weeks in a row.” Little does Foursquare realize, I’m about to rock their world with I believe 4-5 weeks in a row of travel. I can’t remember how it’ll work, but I think Friday’s trip back from New York City will actually be my fourth consecutive week checking into an airport, and then my trip home to Pennsylvania will be my fifth. Alas, I’ll spend too much time at home (I’m not complaining) that I’ll break my streak. Bummer.

Anywhoooo… back to the point of the story. I like flying. US Airways loves me enough that I have premier flier status, which gets me through security faster, allows me to check two bags for free, and upgrades me to first class if/whenever possible.

Sometimes, unfortunately, it sucks. Like when the first leg of my flight is delayed, and I find myself RUNNING through the airport to catch my connecting flight… or when it’s INSANELY early in the day that I have to travel… or when a little kid is kicking the back of your seat… or when you find yourself (sort of, but only sort of) fearing for your life because the flight is so bumpy. ORRRRR when the girl next to you sucks and is coughing all over you, and likely infecting you with some sort of four-week long plague that a Z-Pack likely won’t cure… Oh, you can also have the girl next to you taking up an unreasonable amount of space.

Luckily, today I have a direct flight from San Diego to JFK, so luckily am not dealing with delayed flights and/or connections… but the rest of that stuff? Yea… that’s all happening. Sometimes I love flying less than I normally do.  Blech.