So almost two years ago I was on an insanely turbulent flight to Denver that affected me in a huge way and quickly turned me into a nervous flier. Like, super nervous.
Today I was flying out of Detroit to San Francisco and the weather turned and things got bumpy. After I spent a few minutes clinging to my seat, my dad slipped me a Xanax.
I don’t know how I ever survived air travel before Xanax. I don’t know how I got through most of my life without Xanax.