Sometimes, when you’re flying alone, you hit what I like to call “the seat lottery jackpot” and are sat next to the dream team. On my last flight, for spring break, my friend Sarah was sitting next to two other BU students and ended up making a group chat with them and taking a selfie. The group chat has never been used since, but the selfie was proof that there was a sense of trust and camaraderie in the moment that could never be shattered. Is that not the most beautiful thing you’ve ever heard?
After searching multiple Parisian fashion guides, including Conde Nast’s “What to Wear in Paris, According to French Fashion Designer Jeanne Damas,” I decided my best move would be to find a good pair of jeans or a pair of comfortable cargos with an oversized sweater. So, I decided to venture out into Boston to find a new pair of “go-to” traveling pants.
My friends saw this text and asked me when my flight was supposed to take off, and I told them it was 11 p.m. They stared at me with open mouths and wide eyes. This gawk is the typical response I get when I explain my airport arrival psychology: I arrive at the airport about 40-60 minutes before my flight is scheduled to depart.
If there’s ever a time for large gatherings, Thanksgiving is it. But this year, for the sake of public safety, the annual tradition will likely look different at households across the country.
A validation report has identified an area where the U.S. government is possibly hemorrhaging money: the Transportation Security Administration. For the past 10 years, more than $900 million has funded...
“Please make sure you have read the safety card for this flight. As we come through the cabin to preform our final safety checks, please make sure your seatbelt is fastened,” I heard the flight attendant...
