Crap! I forgot to mention that right now I”m getting my writing prompts from a book called Writer’s Block. Grab yourself one here:
Snotty traveler alert in today’s #FiveMinuteMorning. I didn’t really like this prompt, so I just did my best.
I’ve been flying in planes all my life, so when Pan Am announced that it was booking trips to the moon, for the inevitable upcoming space travel generation, I was almost first in line. Just signing up was incredible, and there will be a special few that are allowed to fly to the moon. Most people can’t afford to go. Remember when flying was all class and no sass? I do. It used to be gauche to wear your pajamas on the plane. Now, with the seats so cramped and the screaming children, it might as well be a flying sleepaway camp.
Flying to the moon, though! That will be the new elite trip. No screaming children, no people in pajamas, none of your neighbor snoring in your ear. Sure, the trip to get there will take 3 days, but you’ll be in your own little space suit; your own life compartment. I’d be surprised if they didn’t have us training to be astronauts to go, what with the size of the waiver we have to sign just to get our names on the list.