Confident we would live out the rest of eternity like Buddy Holly and Ritchie Valens, Graham and I reluctantly got on this Pittsburgh to Toronto flight.
If you look closely, you will notice there are only nine windows on the side of the plane.
Notice the wall behind row 9.
I tried to get a picture of our ONE flight attendant, but since there were only 9 rows, it was easy for Jean-Pierre/Claude/Phillipe (whatever) to see me trying to sneak a picture by way of camera phone while he followed take-off protocol and did the obligatory airline oration.
I asked Graham how he felt about these death-inviting flights we board, and this was his answer: