Ah! The light dawns. I would never be able to do this on a small keyboard. That's like taking a shit in an airliner lavatory. (I hesitate to call it a "restroom." There is no rest when there is no room.)
No low altitude stuff for me. I once took a puddle-jumper flight from (e.g.) Roast Rump, Arkansas to Buttsquat, Alabama, and it was my only occasion of airsickness. Not exactly like being in a cocktail mixer, but...
Ah! The light dawns. I would never be able to do this on a small keyboard. That's like taking a shit in an airliner lavatory. (I hesitate to call it a "restroom." There is no rest when there is no room.)
Seriously can we give up a few seats to create a decent throne room already? Ugh the 1950s airline commercials feel like an alternative world
I remember in the 70s we had full meal service with tasty entrees.
Now they charge you for peanuts. Maybe it is time to review those hot air balloon options again
No low altitude stuff for me. I once took a puddle-jumper flight from (e.g.) Roast Rump, Arkansas to Buttsquat, Alabama, and it was my only occasion of airsickness. Not exactly like being in a cocktail mixer, but...