“I love the way this question is worded! Let me get to that in a little bit.
What would I do in this circumstance? Cruising along at 34,000’, checking the weather in Los Angeles, sipping on a club soda, and on the horizon, a new sun grows out of the desert, all the nearby air and dust fleeing before it?
Easy. I’d freak—the hell—out.”
This is a really fascinating discussion.
I am now also picturing Martin and Douglas in this situation.
Cabin Pressure abruptly gets extremely dark. And do you know what? I wouldn’t put it past Finnemore.
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