I like to watch the map that shows the where the plane is. As the agony of travel bares on after hour and hour, you watch as you get closer closer to escaping your hellish existence in a tin can at 30k feet.
I look at the map then take a sip of whiskey. Map, whiskey. Then I suck the last of the whiskey from the ice cubes while cracking open another bottle. Map, whiskey. Day dream a little.
Ding! Ladies and gentlemen...