Not out of my marriage. But out of flying.
Remember when flying used to be glam? Like, they gave you free decks of cards and you watched movies and you wondered if Magnum P.I. had dated any of the stews that were plying you with peanuts and Coke.
But now? Ugh. Torture.
I just flew to and from H-Town on Frontier. Oops. Should I say? So it wasn't Frontier. It was Fake-Frontier.
On the plus side, the steward gave the single funniest standup I have ever heard when it came to the plane's safety features before take-off. Dude was like THIS IS THE JUNGLE BOOK CRUISE AND BOY DO I HAVE SOME GOOD MATERIAL FOR YOU. And he did. I'm sort of in love with that guy right now.
Also on the plus side. Super cheap. So yes. I'm grateful for that because I could go see my Texas kin.
HOWEVER. They charge you for everything. And I do mean everything. Checked bags. Carry on bags. Drinks. Peanuts. The TV. When the stews (who I doubt Magnum ever dated because they probably weren't born then) asked if I waned some water, I asked non-ironically, "Is it free?" And they looked offended.
Also, the seats were so uncomfortable. I suspect this has something to do with the fact that they have so many seats crammed into the hull now. It's like the seats are at this weird angle so that your feet dangle and your bum disappears into some deep dark seat hole. This allows, of course, for more uncomfortable seats to be installed.
And then (in another cost-saving move) there was no one at the counter to take my pre-checked bag. As in for hours.
But remember. It wasn't Frontier.