If you are familiar with my past experience with flying you should know to be worried for me right now. The first time I flew, I was alone and I lost my luggage and on the way back the plane broke down and I had to spend the night in Pittsburgh. Last Christmas I was flying with Kerianne's family on a separate flight (and fate qualified this as flying alone) so my flight got bumped too much and I had to spend Christmas alone in Kerianne's house.
Basically the point is that whenever I fly alone, something goes wrong without fail. Since I know something is going to go wrong I can at least hope and pray that whatever is going to go wrong isn't going to be a big deal.
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