Riding on the CRJ-200/700/900 (as a passenger) is like sh***ing in a cup/bowl/sink. Riding on the jumpseat is like sh***ing in your own hand.

The DHC-8 is like an uncomfortable lawn chair. Fortunately, this metal isn't run from Minneapolis to Los Angeles.

The ERJ170/175 is like an airplane with two pilots paid as public librarians.

The End.