I understand that some people enjoy the experience of being confined to tight quarters and treated like cattle, and will even pay great sums of money for the experience. But this is not a column about the unique kinks of consenting adults. It’s about the bottom-of-the-barrel standards that constitute the status quo when it comes to flying in this country, which is exorbitantly expensive and frequently unreliable, complete with a process that is itself hideously undignified.
