I Hate Flying

How much do I hate flying? As much as BA Barracus from the A Team hated flying. That’s a Mr. T. kind of hatred, for those of you who aren’t in the know. I’m already dreading my upcoming trip to Slovakia, simply because of how much I can’t stand to be in those lousy airplanes.

It’s not that I don’t like traveling and seeing new places. I love that. But with planes, you have all this extra crap you have to do. For the upcoming trip, I have the following to look forward to:

  • 2 hour drive to the bus station
  • 1/2 hour wait for the bus
  • 2 hour bus ride
  • 3 hour wait for the plane (so we can get a special “baby seat.” Don’t ask.)
  • 6 hour plane ride
  • 7 hour layover (during which time I get to collect my luggage and then go through customs and then check in for the next plane ride.)
  • 2 hour plane ride
  • 2 hour drive to our destination

So if we do the math, that means I have a 24 1/2 hour trip to get to where I’m going to. Add packing time in and you get a seriously displeased me. I was just thinking how nice it would be if I weren’t going anywhere.


I know I’ll have a good time once I get there, but that whole getting there thing . . . not fun.

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