I’ve got eight seconds to decide whether I jump on that flight, or wait for the next available one nearly a full day later. In my mind, I’m scanning through my options, rapid-fire, like a spinning rolodex. Do I take that last seat, knowing the only reason it’s been offered to me is that I’m traveling alone? Or do I offer it to Olivia? She’s been waiting around in … [Read more...] about A Single Snapshot: Flying Standby