“Look over here, Charlie! I think I see our house.” — Charlie Bucket’s Grandpa Joe from high above the Wonka
sweatshop chocolate factory
Seeing your own home from high above as you’re hovering among the clouds is one thing, but also being able to hear afterward would be a nice touch to the experience. Perhaps I’m asking for too much?
I’ve tried everything from chewing gum to making funny faces, but airplane ears always elbow their way into my noggin (and that’s way too many body parts affected by flying for my liking). I’m not sure how Superman handles it, but I’m glad that I don’t have to on a very regular basis. But look! There’s the Space Needle! And the harbor! And traffic jams! Well, maybe things aren’t so bad from up here, after all.
Anyway: elephant juice, too!