I am going on a trip to the east coast on Saturday, until next Saturday. I've got a layover there, and then back. And thinking about it makes me feel weird. Why aren't we given control at all? I feel so out of control while I'm on a plane.
Why? Because we don't have parachutes. If we're going down into a mountain, water, or hard into land I don't give a shit how amazing the seats are, I'm probably going to die. I'd rather parachute out of the back.
Anyone agree?
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