My wife will be fully sympathetic to this. When we got married, we went to Banff in Alberta for our honeymoon. Delta flew these awful jets from Salt Lake City over the Rockies to Calgary. The plan rocked back and forth and up and down the whole time. To make matters worse, the bathroom is so damn small, you can’t even stand up if you are over 5’8″.

All in all, however, I’d rather one of these than one of those cropduster propeller planes. When I was, oh, I guess, 19, I sat in the Dallas airport for four hours drinking beer at the airport bar (they didn’t card). Then got on a plane to head to Baton Rouge through a bad thunderstrom on one of those crop dusters. To make matters worse, I sat in row 13 by myself, which happened to be the back wall of the airplane, where you feel the most movement.

I have never sat in an airport drinking beer again.

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  • Never mind that you couldn’t stand up in the bathroom. Don’t you remember your new bride in her full height of 5’11” not being able to walk down the aisle of the plane while standing up straight? Ugh! And I wasn’t even wearing heels that day. There should be minimum standards for over-head clearings, and the fact that there are standards and the standards are shorter than I am doesn’t sit well with me. More evidence to support my argument that I’m just an Amazonian freak of nature.

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