I hate flying, well not all flying just airline flying, which technically isn’t really flying more like riding or being transformed into human cargo. On Monday coming back from spring break with my family we were sitting in some soulless metal tube when the captain came on the intercom and announced that there was a small mechanical problem with the plane, not to worry something minor, but it would need to be addressed and the proper log book entry made before we could depart. This was not good news because the plane had already been delayed almost an hour and we only had an hour and twenty minutes in New york to make our connection. So we sat, and sat until finally a mechanic boarded the aircraft and performed the life saving maintenance that would keep the hundreds of people on board safe. He took out a roll of duct tape and taped, taped an overhead bin shut and then put a DO NOT OPEN sticker on it. We missed our flight home and had to spend the night in NYC but it was worth it, I mean, hey, safety first.