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Woman refuses to pick up entitled friend from airport at 3 in the morning when her flight is canceled, tells her to take an Uber instead, but she refuses: “She seems really entitled and ungrateful”
Welcome back people of the internet. When I was younger, I loved to travel. I got a rush from buying plane tickets last minute, from standing in lines, from not knowing my plans week to week, and even loved the soft, pressurized ambience inside a plane while we're flying through the sky. When you think about it, planes are really incredible. I had a whole playlist made just for the lulls of sleep and staring at clouds out the window of planes. There's a certain heaviness and environmental experience with flying, like you really feel suspended. The playlist is called Spacegirl Daydream for anyone wondering.
Now that I'm older, I really detest flying and traveling. It's a pain in the neck, it's hours of lines, waiting, buses, driving, and none of it includes the actual flight. I no longer get a thrill from being suspended in the air, and would rather be in bed than anything else. The entire system around traveling is predicated on headaches and inconvenience.
That's exactly how the protagonist feels in the story below. She isn't romanticizing travel, flying, or the inconveniences that come with it. Read the full story for all the juicy details.