Are we there yet?

Remember back when relatives and family friends were in close proximity and mom and dad would  pile us in the car to go visit.  If uncle or aunty lived more than two miles down the road our voices would roll out in unison, "Are we there yet?"  At the same time, depending on the crew, there were many "bathroom stops" and complaints of being thirsty.  Obviously that was a ploy for a stop for refreshments.
Well God bless our parents because they put up with it. Fast forward to those of us in "The Club". Our trips are loaded with bathroom stops, nobody lives close any more and when our children or grandchildren chauffeur us they are hearing the refrain of the same song many years ago.  Now many of  us have to fly somewhere to see our children and grandchildren. We have to maneuver the road of e-tickets, long lines at the airports,  partially disrobing as we clear security, admitting to any body part replacements, and walking at a slower pace than those behind us. We secure our seats on the place, fasten our seat belts, look out the window, read the airline magazine, use the bathroom, look at our watch, and alas when the airline stewardess comes by we ask the inevitable question, "Are we there yet?"