You know what I like? I like airports. I like traveling. I like sitting on airplanes. I like airport food, rental cars, and hotels. I like all of it. I don’t even mind delays. What I don’t like is hearing people complain about flying. Because when you’re flying, you’re going somewhere very, very fast, and that’s the whole point. The point is not to have a comfortable seat, or great food or pretty much anything besides fast transport between point A and B. So far, I’ve never had a flight take off and land in the same spot, so to me I view flying with a 100 percent success rate.
And c’mon, people, who is this mythical fat guy who seems to appear on every flight except mine? He is an elusive beast, one I hear about in stories yet never really see, as if he’s some kind of alien or Bigfoot. To listen to everyone else, I assume Michael Moore is just spending his money bouncing (with a thud) from airport to airport like Leonardo DeCaprio in Catch Me if You Can. Yup, Michael Moored...










