We’ve all been there- the home stretch of an eternal flight. Maybe it was crazy bumpy, a baby is yowling, someone is watching an action-movie sans headphones- I get it. Flying can be and often is a nightmare.
So, it can be really tempting to leap from your seat at the first sign that the ordeal is about to end. You want nothing more than to be free, to breathe the stale scent of the airport, the musk of the moldy carpet installed without a thought to how it would impact suitcase wheel momentum.
You want to remember the person you were before your ungodly ascent to the clouds- the person who could laugh, could cry, could eat a $20 cheesesteak in that PHL bar.