ell, there’s brawling in the cockpit and our pilot (who boasts of never having flown anything larger than a paper plane before) sooths the passengers with enigmatic observations about how he’s going to go after his opponents come the next refueling stop. And the passengers cheer them on. Incompetency reigns at all levels, but at least for the moment we’re still getting our little sacks of nuts and a choice of beverages. And so far we haven’t run into anything.
But how long can we continue flying blind?