Flight

At sometime after midnight, lying awake in bed, I had the misfortune of discovering that I don't really believe in aeroplanes.

They really are quite preposterous. I don't typically mind flying, but I don't see how it could be done. Even were it possible to get one such beast in the air, one couldn't then control it with any degree of precision. It would twist and twirl and spin like its paper counterpart, only more terrifyingly. The wind would catch it, and it would swirl off into the sea.

It so happens that I watched a bit of a documentary on airships and Zeppelins recently. Now there's a type of air travel that I can believe in. At least it makes sense, and it's understandable how one might get up there. Though I wouldn't wish to go in one.

Nevertheless, the 'flights' (as I shall still call them, although I don't think they were really) were alright. The first plane seemed well under half full. It had propellers, which at least helped create the impression that it was trying. Given that there were so many free seats, the lady next to me tried to escape and more forward one. But, alas, she had to move back. Apparently, she would have upset the balance. She didn't want that on her conscience, but she also didn't like the implication that she was all that heavy. So it really was a no-win situation.