When I was talking with my best buddy about going to see a concert on the other side of the country, he said that we should drive out there. I asked him if he was serious, and he said of course he was. I said that a plane flight would be far quicker and we could be there and back in a single weekend. The concert was going to be a Saturday night and I thought it would be great to be back by Sunday evening. I didn’t want to be driving so far but he talked about how it would be nice to see all the sites on the way. I talked him into taking a flight with me and we got seats next to each other. When we were on the flight ready to take off, he finally admitted that he had never been on a plane before and I could tell he was nervous. I tried to calm him down and he asked me how to adjust the temperature control settings. I told him it wasn’t the best air conditioning in the world, but I showed him how to adjust the knob above his head to blast AC at him. I said he couldn’t actually adjust the temperature control settings, but he could at least adjust the speed the AC flowed from the vent. He said it would have to do and he tried to sleep through most of the flight instead of worrying about a plane crash or something like that. We got to our destination fine, but he refused to get back on another plane after the concert. We ended up getting a rental vehicle after all and we had the AC system cranked all the way back home.