I used to think that when flight delays started, people would finally get fed up with the sequester and start raising hell with their red state reps, but I’m starting to doubt that shitty airline travel is a pressure point anymore. Since 9/11, air travel has been so routinely unpleasant, with fresh new ugliness added at random intervals, that frequent flyers are just inured to the whole thing, and infrequent flyers either show up completely clueless and gum everything up, or they research flying the way that one would research the diagnosis of a terminal disease, and show up 3 hours before their flight. Each new miserable experience–shoes off, the pint ziploc bag of toiletries, the X-ray Rapiscan strip-search–engenders a bit of complaint yet they all remain. Yes, as Louis CK says, flying is still a bit of magic, and it is certainly better than the alternatives, but just because it beats riding the hound doesn’t mean that it couldn’t be a hell of a lot better.
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