One was telling about how he had hopped a military flight from the east coast to the west coast many years ago. Military personnel have the right to hitch a ride on military flights when there is one available.

The only problem with this particular flight was that it was the back seat of a jet fighter.

Evidently the pilot had a good time with the story teller because the hitchhiker was throwing up before the flight was over. I can imagine a few high speed turns and maybe even a barrel roll or two would provoke giggles of delight in the front of the plane and gasps of horror in the back.

I’ve never had that kind of experience on a plane. Once, when coming back to the States, though, Air Canada bumped me up to first class without me asking. There I was, front row, center, of all the passengers, eating Hagen Daaz ice cream and enjoying life.

Let’s face it, that’s the way we want to go in life, isn’t it? Forget this military plane stuff. Continue reading →