“When holidaymakers were asked to sit at the back of the plane to balance heavy luggage in the front of the hold, many thought it was a bad joke.”
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Oh, how my nice ex-boyf used to chortle (not unkindly) when I compulsively leaned in the opposite direction whenever planes we were flying in banked, because I needed to compensate to keep them from flipping over. Now I feel vindicated that it my performance of this particular balancing act wasn’t just because I had a pathological fear of flying. Or, um, it wasn’t only because I had a pathological fear of flying. Right.
