I'm really grateful for airplanes.
Trust me, I have horror stories of sleeping on the floor at the Atlanta airport, and the Northwest Airlines employees who kept insisting we would be leaving in the blizzard "any minute," and who refused to get our luggage for us or change our reservation when we finally called my brother to come and get us. The Detroit Metro airport was then closed for 3 days, and we had made it out just in time.
I hate the expensive airport food and the way they make you take off your shoes before you can pass through security.
I hate the uncomfortable seats with no leg room and the sad excuse of a meal they feed you, if you're lucky.
I hate having to entertain a child on the flight.
I really hate when they lose your luggage.
But I am still grateful. Because otherwise it would be very difficult to visit our family. Which is what The May Queen and I are doing right now. Thanks to the airplane.
Reminder: Monday's mission is to write a post in the form of an acrostic.
...just do it!