Still the magic

# Chapter 142

Air travel in the Coronavirusworld was and is rather better and rather worse, than pre-Coronavirusworld. Better in the sense that everyone is generally more civil and polite and understand that everyone is tense and afraid and really would rather not be flying at all if possible. This is a nice pivot from the days when air travel was considered an adventure and their attitude was, “oh you are so lucky to be flying with us” kind of attitude. Passengers are much much more difficult to find these days and since the passengers pay the bills, and the bills have all come due . . . yeah that is definitely a factor here. Plus Coronavirus has forced more structure into the loading and unloading process on the flights, and more organization equals a smoother process for the most part.

Worse because you have to keep your face covered for the entire time from you walk into the airport, until you exit the destination airport. And while I totally don’t mind not talking to anyone, Mr Introvert here, I do enjoy people watching in airports, it was always one of the boon’s of air travel and all the headaches that come with it. The most exotic people in the world fly from place to place. Fun to watch. In the past. Not so much now.

Still it is the fastest way from point to point and that is magic that makes it worth the pain and difficulties that I subject myself to over and over, because at the end of the day I value my time more than almost anything else. Though I have to admit that a good long road trip has its own special appeal at times in life.