Flying you essentially pay by the inch at a price that's remarkable low historically speaking. The service has no more romance than what a Greyhound bus ride on

Flying you essentially pay by the inch at a price that's remarkable low historically speaking. The service has no more romance than what a Greyhound bus ride once offered (and don't ask what that's like now). This is either a triumph of choice, markets, and abundance or grim, barbaric end to flight as uplifting experience. It's also safer than it's ever been. We can each decide, I suppose.