The Plague Plane

How many flesh covered meat suits can we squeeze into an aluminum tube and hurl through the sky? Did I mention we’re all hacking, coughing, and sneezing? At least there’s second rate coffee and we’re not all forced to watch “The Expendables 4”. Well… I am. My neighbor chose, on her own volition, to watch aging action icons shoot prop guns at a CGI helicopter. I swear Sly Stallone’s face slides further down his skull with each one of these movies. Hell, it feels like my face may slide off by this end of flight. Welcome to the plague plane!