Maybe pain travel is more appropriate. Dinner last night with my friend we were discussing how travel didn't bother us years ago. Now it's just annoying even if everything goes as planned. Maybe it's an age thing?
The topic came up because I had a 6am flight today out of Boston. So that's a 4am-ish departure from home. We taxi out and the engines shut down. Odd. Tow in, deplane. Reschedule, reschedule, reschedule. I think I'll be departing at 4:25pm. Oh the joy of travel.