The worst moment is when the plane is easing along the tarmac.  This is when passenger conversations cease and little human stranger heads are being lightly tossed in unison, the same way we once comically bounced together on a school bus.  We look like vulnerable sheep and I am shocked to be so condensed, to be one of them, no longer separate.  That is an awful feeling, to be stuck in a tight metal pen with strangers who have made a potentially really dumb choice to pack up in a… Continue