Dude, seriously.
What is your fearful obsession with Lubbock? Did you get your pasty, skinny behind violated there or something? Still have a few lingering bad memories? I don't get it.
As far as flying there goes, we make money flying to Lubbock. That's why we do it. Certainly you've heard that's what the object of operating an airline business is. Hell, we'd fly to your mother's house if we could make money doing it.
And besides, it's actually not bad--you should try it. There's a couple of bars down the street from our crew hotel where all the Texas Tech coeds hang out. And you know what the Texas coed foreplay cry is right? ("Y'all,... I'm sooooo drunk!") Unless, of course, it was the Texas college girls who violated you. Then I could understand your trepidation.
Bubba