There are certain things in life that just suck. Pouring a big bowl of Lucky Charms before realizing the milk is expired, the word “moist,” falling face-first into the salad bar in front of the entire lacrosse team … “Bird strike!” Being on a plane with Jason Lippincott is another one of them. Two rows ahead of me, Jason is holding his hands up in mock prayer as our plane bounces like it’s on a bungee cord. Not that I would have any idea what bungee jumping feels like,
