I took a trip recently that required me to fly. No, I’m not actually able to physically fly. Although some might say my flabby upper arms could easily keep me airborne. And although cruel, they may not be entirely inaccurate.
But no, I’m talking about flying in a plane. You see, in my younger days I loved to travel by air. But now I look at it as a necessary evil. Sort of like taxes or condoms.