I absolutely hate flying. I mostly keep to myself at airports so that I don't end up on YouTube making an a$$ of myself. The one time I flew into Hatfield, we sat on the plane staring at our gate for 45 minutes while another play waited to push back. By the time we got off of the plane, we had 10 minutes to make our connection to St. Lucia. I've avoided that place like the plague since. Another fun story is from Sea-Tac. We were there waiting to board and the plane at the gate next to us had mechanical issues. A couple of mechanics were working in the front wheel well. One of the guys crawled up in there, ducked back down asking for a wrench, went back up and then came back down. Looked back up, looked at the other guy, and the shrugged his shoulders and they left. I couldn't unsee that.