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I used to love flying away on vacation.

As a kid, I can remember the first time I ever flew with my family – sitting at the window seat with my nose pressed up against the glass trying to see everything I could outside the window.

“Wow mom, we must be miles up. Those people look like ants.”

“Those are ants, we haven’t taken off yet.”

(Sorry, I know it’s an old joke, but I couldn’t resist.)

But now as an adult, even though I still enjoy – and often need – a good vacation, flying just doesn’t have the same … “joy”.

You see, when you have the body style of Jab...