That title is dripping with sarcasm. Airports are full of weird people and disease, in that order. I previously ranted and expressed my dislike for these oversized disease platters (with a side of irritation), and my recent vacation to California only reinforced these feelings.We all know that I hate when people stand around the gate before their designated zone/group is called. Seriously people, we will ALL get on the plane, we have tickets for pity’s sake. There is no reason in the world to stand around in my way when your section hasn’t been called yet. Not to mention, you’re going to spend the next several hours trapped with these people. One would think people wouldn’t be so eager to be crammed into an aluminum trash can next to strangers, but you’re lucky if you can get on a plane without your feet being run over by someone’s rolling suitcase before you can board the flight.
This particular flight experience spared me the annoyance of old women asking if I was reading a good book AND bonus, there were episodes of, “How I Met Your Mother”, on one of the flights (I fully endorse that show). However, I was 9 rows away from my husband at some point, crammed next to some weird Asian girl who kept elbowing me. I may have given a little elbow of my own, shhh don’t tell. She also curled up and fell asleep, and for a brief second (and I do mean BRIEF) she put her feet in my lap. NOT COOL. I had a little seizure and her feet fell off. What is wrong with parents that they can’t tell their children to act appropriately?
If I had the time, I’d be a road tripper..but then I’d be robbed of the book fodder pleasure, such a catch 22. Enjoy this picture of us in the airport, ridiculous.
