As I was eating breakfast this morning, I watched a developing story on CNN about three more Southwest Airlines planes that had cracks in their hulls. One of the planes literally had to make an emergency landing in Arizona because of the crack. Since it’s a “developing story,” that’s all the information we were given so far, but it got me thinking: this is why I hate public transportation – however necessary it is.
Think about it: our parents sent us to school on school buses, driven by people they wouldn’t recognize in or out of the bus. We hail cabs in cities or when we’re drunk and get driven by someone who it doesn’t cross our minds could also be unfit to drive. We get on trains and hardly ever see the person taking us from A to B. And planes, well we hear the pilot say “welcome to your flight” and “thank you for flying with us,” but we don’t know him either. We assume all of these people are capable and qualified to get us where we need to be, and most of us don’t even consider the risks.
I absolutely loathe public transportation. If I had a super power, it would be to just appear where I need to be, like I Dream of Jeannie or Dumbledore. That would be so amazing. But since that isn’t the case and I have to publicly transport myself like everyone else, let me tell you of the other things that freak me out.