Unlike many of my brethren, TWC is not afraid to fly. I just hate it. Planes are crowded, you breath recycled, oxygen depleted air, and, likely as not, you're assigned a seat next to somebody barely one step up from the average seatmate on a Greyhound Bus. And then there is the entire experience before check-in with the TSA crowd.
Mrs TWC is stuck in Phoenix this morning, which means she will miss the conference dinner she is scheduled for in Indianapolis tonight (it was twenty degrees there last night).
This happens to her about half the time she flies. I doubt that she's being picked on, if it happens to her, it's likely happening to others. While the airlines are deserving of their share of scorn, the real bottleneck is the antiquated air traffic control system and the patchwork of government owned airports, each of which operates using rules that were state of the art when Pan Am's China Clippers were going to Hawaii.
Bob Poole's air transportation policy work is here.