Once every two years or so I decide I’ll fly somewhere and without fail it’s an experience that does a perfect job of reminding me why I take the train everywhere even if it takes 12 hours longer sometimes
Two years ago: plane pulled up at wrong gate. Checked luggage went into wrong baggage handling company. Stuck at baggage collection for an hour. Today: security scanner jammed and ate my coat for an hour.
Fortunately the plane is half an hour late so I’m not dealing with “I missed my flight” frustration