Idle Thoughts On A Flight To L.A.

Whenever you're flying somewhere, are you like me?

Do you ever just look around at your fellow passengers and think to yourself about which person you'd most like to have sex with as a final hurrah in the event of a crash? Y'know, no introductions. No complications. Just an unspoken agreement, the tearing of each other's clothes off and the frantic engagement into sex like mad dogs over the drink-cart in the middle of the aisle while everyone else is screaming and puking and freaking out.

I think about things like that.

But then, I've already seen the in-flight movie.