There ought to be a law regulating use of office microwaves so one does not need to be subjected to the aroma of apple cinnamon sardines someone made for breakfast this morning.
Where do I begin? Was it the fact that the only flight available left at 6 am from an airport 35 miles away? Was it the maniacs on the road driving 90 miles an hour at 4 in the morning? Or was it the truck drivers who couldn’t stay in their lanes? Maybe it was the 300 year old DC9 with sealed up ashtrays that I don’t think were emptied before they were sealed.
I love air travel.