As everyone knows, I am not particularly fond of flying. I am what is called a white knuckle flyer. I prefer to be called a two-vodka-and-orange flyer. I prefer to sit in the middle of a plane, wrapped in a blanket, with a drink in each hand, pretending I am on a bus. No window seat for me, thank you very much. But I had a friend who was an international pilot for Air Canada, and I once asked him, "How on earth can you fly planes for a living? You fly between here and Hong Kong, and that must be at least 14 hours each way..." He said to me, "Flying is really safe. I have been flying these birds for over 20 years, and I have never left anyone up there yet."
Well, I guess he never flew into Reagan International Airport in Washington, DC. Just when I thought there was nothing more to worry about on planes -- loose screws, loose screwy terrorists, etc. -- now I have to worry about the air traffic controllers falling asleep, while the plane circles overhead. It's sort of ironic that it happened at Reagan International Airport, since President Ronald Reagan fired all the air traffic controllers in 1981 because they wanted silly thinks like, oh, decent working hours and better pay.
I have a feeling there is a back story to the poor, unfortunate air traffic controller who fell asleep the other night, but believe me, I don't want him in the tower in any airport that I may be approaching. No, thank you. I want those airplanes wheels on the ground as soon as possible, preferably with the rest of the airplane intact.