Hope for the Best

10/26
Flight to Atlanta

"I've been a pilot for 33 years and this is the worst turbulence I've seen." The pilot told us this as our bellies and their contents shifted with sudden zigzags and drops, like a roller coaster. Luckily, as I was getting nervous and nauseous, I read this passage in Wild Things:

Where was he going? How long could he survive like this? His mind followed a dozen terrible paths until he realized, with some comfort, that there was nothing he could do, really, about his situation. HE COULD ONLY SAIL STRAIGHT AND HOPE FOR THE BEST.

And while I sweat bullets, this spanish guy a few seats ahead practices tying knots in a rope. I wanted to ask the attendant for a glass of guts, but settled for a coke.