I prayed for the Anonymous Geezer who sat behind me on United #7549 to Chicago. He spoke so loudly and so constantly throughout the flight that I thought for a moment he was on continuous loop. Every sentence seemed to begin with "Back in my day ..." and end with "will wonders never cease." At one point, he told the Flight Attendant, "Back in my day, we would have called you a stewardess!" The Flight Attendant was a man named Steve with five o'clock shadow. Please, God, send us a Muzzle. And a Razor.
I prayed for the Pilot of United #7656 to Atlanta who seemed to be reaching into his briefcase for a Laptop. Please, God, smite all laptops in the cockpit. I like the Internet as much as the next guy, but let's not forget what happened last month when the Pilots of Northwest Flight #188 overshot their bounds by more than 100 miles thanks to their laptops. Pilots should face the control panel, not Facebook.
And, finally, I prayed for the Cab driver who took me to the airport. Please, God, deliver us from his Lead-Foot. Oh, and while you're at it, you might want to do something about his license (#687124041065). It expired last month.