How to Return

The CDSizzle announcement is like, cute and everything, but is that it? Like, that's it? It feels like the airline pilot is asking us to return to our seats after doing cartwheels in the sky, the contents of everyone's carry-on bags strewn throughout the cockpit and every 3.4 oz bottle exploded. Return to my seat? How am I going to get this shampoo off me? Whose underwear is this? How much longer until this plane actually lands and we can get off? In the meantime, it's a practice sitting still with the wreckage, observing the aftermath, and being ok with no screen showing the flight path.

Are we there yet? Soon, I suppose.