On airline tickets, that is.
I just spent a wonderful, long weekend with my son and his girlfriend in Seattle. Everything was great, it didn't rain, the sun shone brightly.
Then I boarded the plane for the five hour or so flight home. I usually take connecting flights, but this time I went straight from Newark to Seattle.
There was a woman in the row ahead of me who was sniffling, but I didn't pay much attention to her, even when she picked at her meal. It should have raised a red flag when she was leaving the plane and the flight attendant hoped she'd feel better soon.
I hadn't thought much about it when I got home until the other day when I woke up with a sore throat and runny nose. That progressed into much sneezing and coughing which strained my chest muscles and limited my sleep. I now have a full-fledged cold. I should add that I rarely get colds.
After a night of waking up every hour or so, I rummaged through my medicine cabinet and found some Nyquil. I don't remember ever buying, or even using, it. I tried it last night. That stuff is good! I had the best night's sleep in weeks. Can't wait to go to bed tonight and have some more.
The government and the airlines won't tell you this, but I will. Remember, flying can be hazardous to your health if other passengers are sick. All that time confined in recycled air can spread germs.
I can't wait until I win the lottery and can afford to have a private jet at my disposal.