Flavor of the Week: Airport Lust
RACHEL KRAMER BUSSEL enjoyed a bumpy ride without ever leaving the ground
Last year, I managed to miss five flights, out of probably three times as many total, due to lateness, transportation errors and general disorganization. Most of them weren’t such a big deal; I could take the next one out, or pay a fee and wait around a few hours. I don’t tend to mind, since it gives me time to catch up on the gossip magazines in the airport bookstore. I’ve come to the conclusion that when it comes to flying, I’m just not very good at it. Maybe it’s my squeamishness about air travel that comes out via tardiness, or the fact that while I like going away, I always feel like I’m missing something back home while I’m gone.