I can fall asleep almost anywhere. I routinely fall asleep in the break room at work. Once, I was helping a friend fix his car, and I fell asleep on his garage floor when he went inside to get water.
But in a hot metal tube tearing through the sky, with my neck all kinked? Get out of here, man.
If you’re comparing the comfort of a car to the comfort of a plane, you must be riding in the rich people seats.
This is a comfort issue. I don’t care about getting killed.
Oh. Calling if a metal tube tearing through the sky made me think you objected more to the concept than the comfort, despite your kinked neck reference. Guess I misread.
I probably could have been more clear, too.