Help

is on the way. Scariest part of travel is dreading being wedged against fattest slob in departure lounge.

Now

we're talking. If only the MTA would do the same, with those guys who sit with their legs in two ZIP Codes as well. 

Don't dwell

on the food connection.

Not fud, but chilling

And to think I'm so old I remember when all airline advertising was instantly pulled whenever a plane went down. . . .