Category : Stories

Sub Category : Comedy

    I hate flying.
    I would much rather partake in a road trip, even though it takes a longer time to get to your final destination. That’s what the beautiful, sometimes hideous scenery is for. Plus all the different attractions you could conduct a detour to visit. 
    The main reason though, is you can stop the car and get out whenever you please. While on a plane, after the inevitable claustrophobia kicks in, you’re stuck in a Venus-fly trap, jammed into those worn-out, torn cushions they call ‘seats.’ I have to pop a Valium or Xanax whenever I fly for this reason. I have had some horrible experiences. 
       When I was a child, around eight or nine, my family and I flew to California to visit the world-renowned Disneyland. It wasn’t my first time flying, but it was the earliest trip I remember. Not to mention, it was a long flight coming from Austin, Texas. Well, it was long for a youngster like me. 
        After the plane has taken flight and begins its ascension, your ears are supposed to pop. However, mine did not. I tried chewing gum, making myself yawn, you name it. 
        Nothing. 
        Just pain. 
        And it had lasted throughout our entire trip. Though, after a while, it did start to dissipate. But from then on, I was terrified of flying. So now, I need some type of sedative and must have headphones on. Notwithstanding the stewardess, who constantly mentioned to take my headphones off, I had to keep them on. Invariably, inconspicuous under a hoodie. 
        I would do the same for this flight to Spokane, Washington, except without the sedative, since it was a rehab I was traveling to. 
        This would be my fifth rehab in three years. Nevertheless, it was the last one.