Hate it, hate it hate it. I hate take offs, I hate landings, I hate the booring bit in between. I hate it when the "Seatbelts On" sign lights up at 40,000 feet. I hate the lack of room, and I hate the toilets. The only thing is, that it gets me there quickly, IF I survive.
My ex wife asked me if I loved her. "Do do you love me, really really love me?" She asked in a soft voice. "Course I do, I fucks ya don't I? Now get me another beer was my reply" God!!, How I loved that woman......
Of course, that's what they're really for isn't it?