Air Canada flight 844 en route to Frankfurt
Next time I hear anybody bitching about flight delays, lost baggage or bad on-board meals, I’m going to pull them by the earlobe and tell them to consider this:
It’s nothing short of incredible that you can sit in chair six-and-a-half miles above the earth and be propelled at over 500 miles per hour while watching a movie and drinking coffee in your shirtsleeves despite being only inches away from an air temperature of –65F.
I will never get over the wonder that a thin-skinned cigar tube weighing nearly half a million pounds can get itself off the ground and deposit me on a different continent a third of a world away in the length of time that I used to spend at the office on an average day.
Never mind if I have to wait until the runway clears for take-off, if the beef is tough, or the flight attendant’s grumpy – it’s all a flippin’ miracle.
Cannes, approx 14h30 yesterday.
