Are you scared of flying?

[Jenny A]

I suppose it wouldn't help to point out that driving is hour per hour more likely to kill you? Oh well. I used to love flying, but then I was smaller and the seats were smaller. My only real flying fears are: getting stuck in the airport; being seated next to someone so fat that they can't really fit in their seat; being stuck on the tarmac in the heat.

[SteelCurtain]

I have some pretty epic flying stories from travelling so much in the Navy.

My best is probably getting a beej in the airplane lav.

I listen to this podcast called Keith and the Girl, which is a crass (but awesome) comedy podcast that has been doing shows for over ten years now. Like, before podcasting was really a thing. Anyhow, they used to have this thing in the early days called "Suck a Dick Wednesday." It was a response to an Opie and Anthony thing, Fuck a friend Friday or something like that. Anyhow, the deal was, you're a girl and see a guy wearing a KATG shirt or gear on Wednesday, and you let him know you are a fan as well by blowing him. It was a joke, and not really ever meant to actually happen.

I was flying home for Thanksgiving, and I wasn't even wearing a shirt. I was listening to KATG on my iPod, and at the beginning of every episode is an intro jingle "Hey all you assholes come and listen to us, it's the Keith and the Girl Show." My iPod was blasting and the hot chick next to me heard it, and saw the KATG logo on the iPod. She didn't even take a beat. She just tapped me on the arm, pulled my earbud out, and whispered in my ear, "meet me in the bathroom."

Now, I'm not the type of guy that does this kind of thing. I thought she was hot when I sat down next to her, but I never thought about her blowing me in the bathroom of a 737. But now she's in there, and I am thinking about if I don't go in there, and how awkward the rest of the plane ride would be if I didn't. I was also thinking about herpes for like a nanosecond before I got up and went to the bathroom. Now there are two lavatories in the aft of a 737, and both were occupied. You don't knock on a fucking door that has a sign that says there's someone in there. My mind was spinning a little about getting the wrong one, then knocking on the other one as the angry person comes out and sees me go into the other lav with a hot chick and a smirk. Then she apparently was getting bored in there as I was trying to choose which door to knock on. She came out, saw me, yanked me in, and proceeded to give me a mediocre beej and a fantastic story.

[Longhorn]

I don't know. Haven't flown anywhere yet.

If I don't lose my shit, my stomach will ._.

[robvalue]

I always thought I would have been, but it turns out I wasn't scared at all. In fact, I was totally relaxed. The idea that we were flying into the sky and flying inbetween clouds seemed so absurd that my brain seemed to displace the whole thing, like a silly daydream!

It helps that I'm not scared of dying I suppose. I used to be, not anymore.

[Napoléon]

I am probably the worst person to sit next to if you're scared of flying. I'll just keep telling you about every aircrash that ever happened.

[TubbyTubby]

There's probably not many people who haven't thought about their plane falling out of the sky. I used to have worries but my job involves lots of international flights (a little less so now than a few years back) and I think it sort of knocked the fear out of me after a while.

I used to travel alone a lot and to be honest I used to fear airports, queues, delays, crowded flights, getting stuck next to some twat who takes the armrest, getting sat behind some twat who sees fit to drop the seat back as soon as the light goes out, stale fart smells, spilling red wine down myself, not being allowed as much red wine as I want, rancid bogs, crusty old stewardesses, no seatback video screen, shit food. Oh I could go on and on...It's not so much the fear of flying it's the combination of boredom and sheer irritation that gets me going - in fact, losing both engines would be a fucking blessing on some flights.

[Excited Penguin]

There's probably not many people who haven't thought about their plane falling out of the sky. I used to have worries but my job involves lots of international flights (a little less so now than a few years back) and I think it sort of knocked the fear out of me after a while.

I used to travel alone a lot and to be honest I used to fear airports, queues, delays, crowded flights, getting stuck next to some twat who takes the armrest, getting sat behind some twat who sees fit to drop the seat back as soon as the light goes out, stale fart smells, spilling red wine down myself, not being allowed as much red wine as I want, rancid bogs, crusty old stewardesses, no seatback video screen, shit food. Oh I could go on and on...It's not so much the fear of flying it's the combination of boredom and sheer irritation that gets me going - in fact, losing both engines would be a fucking blessing on some flights.

 You should write a novel about it. I'd read it!

[Anomalocaris]

I am not clear on why falling out of the sky in a plane holds such terror. How it is worse then hitting another car head on at 75 mph? There is actually a lot lower chance, per hour flown, of falling out of the sky then there is of getting into a high speed head on collision per hour driven.

[TubbyTubby]

I am not clear on why falling out of the sky in a plane holds such terror. How it is worse then hitting another car head on at 75 mph? There is actually a lot lower chance, per hour flown, of falling out of the sky then there is of getting into a high speed head on collision per hour driven.

Perhaps the thought that you might have a few minutes to mull things over before you go up in smoke?

[Anomalocaris]

I am not clear on why falling out of the sky in a plane holds such terror.   How it is worse then hitting another car head on at 75 mph?   There is actually a lot lower chance, per hour flown, of falling out of the sky then there is of getting into a high speed head on collision per hour driven.

Perhaps the thought that you might have a few minutes to mull things over before you go up in smoke?

The car give you the much higher possibility of a lifetime spent as an invalid.  Which is worse?