One birthday my wife bought me a trial flight in a Cessna 172. I think it was about a hundred quid for an hour.
I was terrified the whole time. Amongst other things the instructor completely ignored the pre-flight checks on the magnetos (one failed but he insisted it was all right), and he completely ignored me when I said I couldn't feel the steering on the way down the runway although we did manage to get off the ground without hitting anything. The 'plane felt like a big, wallowing boat and was about as responsive to the controls. It felt like I could hardly see anything out of the cockpit, everywhere you looked there seemed to be bits of aircraft in the way. To cap it all on the way back to Bristol the instructor started an argument with air traffic control, who didn't like his idea of crossing the runway whilst a passenger jet was making its landing approach. He finally accepted their decision not to allow us to cross ahead of the jet, but with anything but good grace, muttering about altitudes.
Back in the office, they asked me what I'd thought about the experience. I told them, in far more detail and with a bit more colour than I've written here. Everybody said they'd never heard anybody say things like that after a trial flight. They seemed a bit miffed when I let their parrot chew lumps out of one corner of the certificate that they'd given to me, but it was a lovely parrot.
Just as I was leaving one guy took me to one side and said "I think you'd make a good pilot, all the things you've been saying are all the things you need to look out for." I thanked him for the compliment. I didn't tell him that I'd already learned to fly a helicopter, but never fixed wing.