This picture somehow finally shattered my childhood illusions about spaceflight.
I imagine waiting for hours in a sedating steel-and-glass-and-non-flammable-textile environment with a non-agitating colour scheme, leafing through a paperback you aren’t actually interested in, trying to fend off the urge to pass the time by drinking another overpriced whiskey. And all this just to finally get to cram into an aluminum tube for a few hours. And then it’s over.
The only difference to a normal boring flight being that your ears and stomach will have to suffer more punishment.
Boy am I glad I don’t have that kind of money so I don’t have to experience the excruciating disappointment for real.