Every once in a while, some nonflyer will casually say to me, “Ever been afraid while you’re up there flying?”
One supposes they are looking for some juicy description of a desperate situation fraught with daunting danger, culminating in a near-escape from certain death. My usual come-back is, “Well, I don’t recall ever being truly afraid, but there were some times when I wished I were somewhere else than where I was.”
