I've often been asked if I had considered going to the airlines after I retired from the Air Force. I usually respond by asking the questioner if he ever wondered if Mario Andretti had considered driving for Grayhound when he gave up racing.
I do have a lot of friends who did take up bus driving...I mean airline piloting. They are all incredibly rich, live in houses that resemble Versailles, have their own private aircraft to dash about the country and sport a remarkably endowed trophy wife who is twenty-five years younger and apparently trying to escort them to an accelerated demise.
In conversations they have assured me that nothing like this has ever gone on in their cockpits where the highest levels of professionalism reign: