AIR WAYS

I think I should get a commission from the airlines. Afterall, I'm doing exactly what THEIR agents are getting paid to do... book my itinerary and purchase my ticket. Plus, the agents have had actual training to do this. I of course, was never offered such help. And... now that I think of it, I should also get paid for having trained myself. This online trial and error method I have to go through, is for the birds.

Also, I have yet to find such fabulous pricing bargains to wherever it is I'm flying. Well, other than last minute weekend getaways and I never fly at the last minute. How can I? It takes me at least 4 days to just organize my packing. Which brings me to another point. Packing is a huge issue with me. When I was younger, I could pack for last minute travel in a jiffy. Throw in the clothing, shoes, makeup and boom. I was ready to go. Now that I'm old, however, I've got meds, creams, hair utensils, just in case items, etc., etc. It's almost like my toiletries have suddenly become something close to a sundries mini store.

When surfing to the travel sites, especially those that supposedly have the lowest price ever, I NEVER seem to find excellent values. Am I doing something wrong, here? Let's say I'm flying to Florida and I surf sites 4 weeks in advance. Shouldn't I be able to find something less than $575?? That to me is no bargain whatsoever. Especially when I well remember heading there for a mere $152 and buying a ticket only 3 weeks in advance. It's a major bummer.

So... coupling the fact I'm not getting paid for booking my own flights with the fact there's never cheap tickets available to me, I'm thinking: why the hell go anywhere? I love where I am. Let the world c0me to me, now that I think of it. Traveling is no longer fun, anyway. Purchasing a ticket is a hassle, the check in searches can get nuts, you can no longer bring zillions of items as carry on, it's always a gamble to know whether or not you'll ever be able to depart/arrive on schedule and, most importantly, THERE'S NO FOOD. Uh... not to mention the possibility of being blown up while 35,000 feet sky high.

Okay, so that does it... I'm going nowhere. I'm sticking right here on safe ground where God meant me to be. Anywhere my feet can touch solid ground, that's the place for me. Forget ocean cruises, forget plane rides, forget ski lifts, forget deep sea diving. Besides, maybe I'll take the Oprah/Gayle approach one day. I'll simply see the USA in my Chevrolet. Oops...damn. I forgot. I hate long car trips, too.