So I just got back from a weekend
visiting my friend in Phoenix, which is one of the hottest places in the entire
world as far as my conditioned-for-lake-effect-snow body is concerned. Getting there and back to Chicago required
flights of at least three hours, and sitting in that recycled air, watching the
sun set and the lights in the cities below come on made me wonder if that was a
real thing when on 30 Rock, Carol
broke down in front of Liz and then apologized for his uncontrollable emotions,
saying that it’s a condition that regularly happens to people who change
altitude more than four times a day.
I once dated a guy who had some
major behavioral and emotional issues, which I gamely ignored until I couldn’t
any longer, and at one point during our short relationship we flew together
from my hometown in Kentucky back to Pennsylvania, where we were in college. We’d already had plenty of ups and downs by
this point, but during that flight together, somehow, things were just right
between us. We snuggled up to one
another, watched the clouds outside our window, and at one point one of us
(probably me) said, “Whatever happens in the future, let’s just say, ‘remember
the plane,’ and everything will be okay.”
And the other one of us (probably him) agreed.
Maybe a week later I broke up
with him.
The point is, never make any big
decisions on a plane.
I didn’t, in case you were
worried. I’m just looking out for you.
