Despite a general disgust for airplanes (or, as I like to call them, Giant Flying Tubes of Other People’s Breath), being able to fly across the country in just hours is pretty cool, so I’ve accepted them as a necessary evil of traveling.
What I’ve never been able to understand is why people pay obscene amounts of money to sit first class and have what I can only assume is a very slightly less disgusting time than the rest of us. I’d rather spend a hundred bucks on a budget airline, crammed like crayons into a plane that can’t handle the weight of more than one item of luggage per passenger. A budget flight get you from point A to point B just as effectively for a fraction of the cost, without pretending that a bunch of people trapped in a metal bird can be a comfortable experience.
With a budget airline, you get what you pay for, in all of its gross, terrifying glory.