I'm writing this at 22,000 feet in a Southwest plane, heading east.
Prior to takeoff, the flight attendants did their little spiel and taught us all how to master the super-complicated, high-tech seat belts. Just after takeoff, I was subjected to the most terrifying thing of my own personal aviation history. One of the flight attendants got on the speaker system and sang. She sang! It was horrible… just horrible…
To the tune of “Zippity Doo Dah”:
My oh my what a Southwest day
Plenty of peanuts
Comin' your way
Seriously. I may never be the same.
Just after that, the flight attendant said: “if there is anything else that we can do to make your flight more pleasurable, please ask”. I must have had ‘that look' on my face because I didn't even get a chance to open my mouth when my wife said, “no, don't even think about it. That's not what she meant.”
It's been an uneventful flight as a result.
Realization of the decade: traveling on Christmas Eve? Not as bad as one might think. Short lines, and the plane not only took off on time, it arrived at the destination early. This was probably the best flight – singing notwithstanding – that I've taken in recent memory.