I got up last Saturday morning and decided I wanted to go to the other side of the planet. On Sunday I got on a plane. I kept expecting something or someone to stop me, even a stranger in the airport to shake me and say “Don’t be crazy!”. It never happened. I expected the check-in staff to laugh and say “Ha ha, you want a seat? But you only booked it yesterday, you’ll have to sit on the floor the whole way!”. But no, they even gave me an aisle seat when I requested it. Spontaneity is not a crime. Who knew?