The Intricacies of Flying Coach: Part 1


What you’re about to read is a fairly exhaustive account of my experience with Delta Airline’s DL417 flight from NYC–>LA–>Sydney, Australia. I’ve managed to fill about 50 college ruled notebook pages — just on the flight experience alone — which I am now culling through and editing for my writerly and your readerly pleasure. (Note: I tend to use a lot of parenthesis and footnotes — not to mention em-dashes; semicolons are often employed as well.)[1] So far, what I’ve read of my own account includes the following (in no particular order): a reference to a porn star, the ethnic makeup of JFK airport, self-sexual objectification, shake shack, gate changes, flight delays, a significantly pregnant woman, my ambivalence toward the fear of flying, and various death statistics (including the statistic of death wrought by falling vending machines) — oh and an allusion or two to travel-dildos… and that’s just my notebook’s first twenty pages. Consider yourself warned. Anyway, here it is: The Intricacies of Flying Coach: Part 1: Continue reading