Latency #8: Weather
As you can imagine, the refueling process meant that we had to wait a final storm tunnel, but no matter how short it was, it felt like it would go on forever because we were on this damn plane because hours.
At this point, the man on my left started trimming his nails. To my right, a woman is having phone sex with her boyfriend. I couldn’t decide what I wanted more: to die or to take off.