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May 06, 2003-5:58 a.m. Who would have thought it was possible for me to like flying even less? I always feel like I'm being loaded onto a cattle car. Add pasenger nudity to that scenario and--ew--I'll never set foot on another plane. It seems a Houston travel agency has booked the first of its kind nude flight from Miami to Cancun. I'm just imagining all sorts of visually unappealing naked folks packed into the plane like sweaty sardines. *gag* **Disclaimer: All characters in this diary are fictional. Any resemblance to actual people living or dead, real or imagined, is purely coincidental and unintentional.** |
