Where's The Other Half?

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If you were charged full price at a restaurant and only got half a steak, you would probably complain. Well, I paid full price for an airline ticket and I expected a full size plane.

Why is this considered an "express" flight? Maybe it's because you can only bring 8 items or less on your carry on. Otherwise, it won't fit under your seat or in the overhead purse.

Half a plane warrants half a blog post. The end.



Comments

Taradharma said…
done deal. good one.
March 22, 2012 at 11:01 PM
McMeaty said…
It's so cute and cuddly. It's a baby plane hoping to grow up and be a big boy plane some day!!
March 23, 2012 at 10:02 AM
35jupe said…
I must admit to not being a particularly good flyer at the best of times, but I'm never crazy about the smaller jets. (And don't get me going about Cesnas or Beechcrafts.)

Safe journeys & I hope it's travel for something fun!
March 23, 2012 at 10:25 AM
Taradharma said…
oddly enough, I feel safer on smaller planes. The big ones, when the overhead compartments rattle, I fear the plane is breaking apart!

I took a prop plane between the Hawaiin Islands once, and it was a great little muscle car of a plane!
March 25, 2012 at 12:20 PM
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