avablog

One minute you’re sitting in your seat with your head between your legs, desperately trying to kiss your ass goodbye, the next — thanks almost entirely to the skill and brass ballz of your pilot — you’re heading home, safe and sound, on a ferry. What do you do? Thank your lucky star that you lived? Thank the pilot? Hug your kids? No. You bitch that the airline isn’t doing enough to compensate you for an accident that was clearly beyond their control. Stay classy, assholes!