Packing #onemoretime

Cut Corners.

“Alrighty, folks, welcome aboard American Airlines, we're currently reaching about 20,000 feet. Apologies for our delay on the ground, but we're going to do whatever it takes and cut any corners we can to get you there closer to schedule. For the moment, keep your seatbelts fastened as we're expecting a little turbulence for the next little bit and we hope you enjoy your flight.”

No. Thank you, but no, please, that's alright. There's no rush, really.

It's a very unsettling thing to hear. The term “cut corners” should not be used when referring to 500 people hurtling through the sky above the Atlantic ocean.

What does that even mean -"cut corners"? How does one speed up this process? We're already flying. What else is there?! Is it simply a matter of putting the pedal to the metal? Taking a shortcut?

I've seen enough movies. I watch the news. You go a few degrees off target so you can get Mr. Smith sitting up there in business class to his 10am board meeting? Throw in a little fog, next thing an engine gives out and you're gonna have little Suzy and Bobby Smith digging through rubble for bits of their father's body like they're looking for the toy in a box of cereal.

Is that what you want, you sick fucks? IS IT?

Look, let's just stick with the original plan. If we're twenty, thirty minutes late, what of it? What's the rush? Oh, is this view of blue skies and fluffy clouds boring you? Are you severely inconvenienced by having to sit on your ass watching movies while being brought free drinks? Oh, I'm sorry, are you in a terrible rush to get back to your job and your bills and your asshole of a cat?

Yeah, no, let's just sit here and be patient and we'll get there when we get there, in one piece, which is what really matters, right? Can we do that?

Thank you.