“I’m certified,” she said. Of course she was. “Nash.” There was laughter in her tone. “Angel.” “Tell me what you’re feeling right now,” she insisted. Abject panic. A little delirious. “Just sit through the training video and then decide. Okay?” A training video. If it was long enough, I could pray for a thunderstorm to roll in. Or a cloud of locusts. Or some kind of mechanical failure that would be discovered while we were still safely on the ground. Oh, two flat tires and a hole in the propeller? Too bad. Let’s go get some breakfast.
