so what you're saying is to forget flying entirely, buy my own twin, and live life that way, buried in a cubicle at an 8-5 job, having some pain in the ass tell me to come work on saturday morning, file TPS reports (with cover letters of course), and go blind on paperwork and get a callous on my hand from hitting the stapler so many damn times... the way you guys make it sound, i might as well go play around in traffic on the Jersey Turnpike during rush hour


********** depressing