Tag: horror

Cristina is about to get on an airplane, and I’m worried. We’re being left alone with the airlines, which are untrustworthy. I’m afraid their planes are going to run out of fuel mid-flight because the pilots never have enough money for a full tank and it’s so easy to lose track when it’s always near empty. I’m afraid pilots will put off oil changes and that their planes’ engines will seize up after takeoff. I’m afraid engine warning signs will go off and the pilots will ignore them, and whatever problems they’re warning of will spread until the planes are on fire on the shoulders of runways and the passengers stand a few dozen yards away wrapped up in silvery blankets and looking dazed, and the pilots and co-pilots are a little to the side of the crowd looking sheepish and avoiding eye contact with the cops who are trying to find out what happened before the fire broke out. I’m afraid that planes will start landing at random times and random airports and the pilots will pretend those were always the times and places they were supposed to arrive at. I’m afraid airports are going to be like that truck stop in flat, muddy eastern Arkansas where Cristina went into the women’s restroom and listened from a stall as a woman with a tired voice said to her companion that they had to keep trying to suck off this truck driver because she had to get to Fayetteville. It was the meth – he couldn’t cum because there was no water left in his body. But she had to get to Fayetteville, so please. In this scenario, the airlines are the truck driver and some of us are the woman and others are her friend.