Just got back from a trip to the East Coast. We flew Jet Blue for the first time, which I would definitely recommend to others. More legroom, nice little individual TVs, good snacks.

But don’t sit in the back of the plane. That’s where the less-than-appealing seat mates are put.

On the way there, I was seated across the aisle from the World’s Grossest Man. I kid you not…he had no awareness of how he affected others. Picture the guy from the TV show 30 Rock (the overweight writer with the baseball cap and giant glasses)…picture him with Swine flu. Coughing and sniffing and taking off his shoes. Even my husband, who is not as finicky as I am, agreed that this guy deserved the WGM title. And the flight was delayed because there were storms, so what should have been 5 1/2 hours was nearly 8. Oh joy.

On the way back, I sat in front of the World’s Unhappiest Toddler. That little girl screamed…and I mean SCREAMED…for 5 1/2 solid hours. I think her brother kept jabbing at her or doing something that made her mad. That little gal had some pipes! The mother stood up and apologized to everyone.

Airline travel just ain’t what it used to be. I guess the one responsibility a plane has is to get you from Point A to Point B safely. But wow…it is not fun.