Boston

I take the emergency exit row on a plane whenever I can get it. Who doesn't, right? When the attendants come around and ask if you are willing and able to assist in the event of an emergency, I nod, but think to myself "My job ends once that door's open then I'm outta here." I'd like to think I would stick around and help carry out the elderly or infirm, but there is a deep and guilty part of me that thinks I wouldn't. I would run away. Running away is an easy way to deal with life. I run ... Read more »