The best part of any trip is the last leg of a long series of flights. By this point, your fellow travelers have been winnowed down to a hardy band of companions trudging towards a shared destination. A steady diet of airport food, intermittent naps, and close quarters jostling has left everyone inured to the discomforts of long-distance travel. Your impending arrival has lifted the entire flight’s spirits. Tylenol and music recommendations are freely exchanged, the guy who managed to down five shots at Chili’s between connections is eagerly sharing his life story, and the stewardess doesn’t care if you monkey around in the aisles. And all this is taking place, mind you, on a dingy regional bird that creaks like an old cupboard every take-off and landing. Good times.