Reality is cruel. Consider the case of Joe Hart. Reality delivered a bloody nose to Hart – literally – when he rode a U.S. Airways flight into the Hudson River two weeks ago.
It could have been worse, but that’s beside the point.
In addition to recovering losses, Hart says he’s concerned about having trouble flying. He’s flown on six planes since the accident, and each flight has gotten “progressively more difficult.”
He says he was tense, sweated and “felt every bit of turbulence” on a Los Angeles-to-Philadelphia flight last week, though it wasn’t that turbulent a flight.
Hart probably knew that stepping into an aluminum tube along with copious amounts of highly flammable kerosene in order to propel yourself cross country at 600 mph and an altitude of 30,000 ft carries with it some risk. But, like a lot of us, he preferred to pretend that the laws of physics and probability will never intrude. He wanted to sit quietly in his allotted 4 cubic feet in absolute certitude that the worst possible eventuality would be cold coffee, or no peanuts, or finding that a prior passenger already worked the crossword puzzle.
But after ditching in the Hudson, Hart can’t shake the feeling that flying is an unnatural pastime.
Surely the law will redress this and compensate Hart for the loss of his comfortable fantasy. Few things are more valuable than fantasies.
While Hart contemplates the making the legal system even more frivolous, I wonder if some PETA activist is considering suing all aboard that flight for conspiracy to murder geese.
H/T Kraalspace
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