Well, I suppose that when you're nearly there there's more legitimacy to the question "Are we nearly there yet?"... and when you're fed up sitting still the last fifteen minutes are probably the worst. As, it would seem, is the case for everyone I've ever flown with on an aeroplane since they're out of their seats practically the moment the plane has landed, given the chance.
Finding the right fit I’ll kidnap some pilots and learn in the sky How hard can it be to find the right fit in More than one plane (though the thought makes me cry) As does the sight of where I must sit.
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Well, I suppose that when you're nearly there there's more legitimacy to the question "Are we nearly there yet?"... and when you're fed up sitting still the last fifteen minutes are probably the worst. As, it would seem, is the case for everyone I've ever flown with on an aeroplane since they're out of their seats practically the moment the plane has landed, given the chance.
Finding the right fit
I’ll kidnap some pilots and learn in the sky
How hard can it be to find the right fit in
More than one plane (though the thought makes me cry)
As does the sight of where I must sit.
Greg - hah, all very true.
And, somehow, the poem continues on. Terribly impressive, good sir. I can only offer a solemn nod of deep, deep respect.
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