I’m sitting on a flight from Philadelphia to Miami after a conference – which seems like it will be a common occurrence from now on, but more on that later.
I see people around me working on their laptops. At a glance I can see two guys working on excel, so dreadful.
Could that be more important than relaxing on their first class seats? Seems to me like a brutal waste. But isn’t that the meaning of it all though? People are living their own lives, having their own set of problems and aspirations.
Ironically however, instead of “enjoying” my flight, I am writing this very short essay. So just maybe, working on the plane isn’t such a weird thing after all.