That was until today. I am currently at 30,000 feet soaring through the air in a small crowded American Airlines plane to Miami on my way to Argentina and I would do anything for a flying car. After running around LaGuardia trying to figure out how to get from the US Airways terminal to the Central Terminal we were forced to go through airport security for the second time of the day. But, this time with a bunch of rude New Yorkers (this refers to both my fellow passengers as well as the lovely TSA folks).
Although I did not have the pleasure of going through the scanner that leaves nothing to the screeners imagination, I was asked to take off as much clothes as humanly possible in a public setting while being barked at by the x-ray machine technician. All after being asked to actually do the job of the screener by making sure all my plastic buckets have been pushed (by me) through the other x-ray machine. After having this delightful security experience we then got to watch the departure time keep changing as our time in Miami (where we needed to eat dinner and probably go through security AGAIN) kept getting smaller and smaller all while surrounded by the delightful people we would be spending the next three hours of our lives with. (There is a unique crowd that heads to Miami to celebrate New Years.)
This experience brings my back to my dream of having a flying car. My flying car would have no rules. You would not need to go through security before getting in to my flying car, you could pack as much as you wanted to pack and have as many bags as you wanted (FOR FREE!), you would could bring as much liquid as you wanted to drink during the trip and enough toothpaste to take care of the dental hygiene needs of a small army, the flight attendants would not spill handfuls of ice on your laptop (well in the spirit of total disclosure there would be no flight attendants), and a trip to South America…hell even Mexico…would be considered an international trip.