Travel is never fun. Well, travelling is fun, but getting from point A to point B is not. For example, a few days ago I left San Francisco bound for North Carolina and now I sit in the Charlotte airport going the other way. Why does it seems that every airport you travel thru is under construction? I don’t care if you travel thru it once in a lifetime or on a regular basis, there is always something going on. People watching at an airport can be so head scratching and putting up with your fellow travelers can be down right frustrating, but I try to keep in mind that we are all on a journey and who knows why the people around you are travelling except those very same people.
Oh except, the ones that tell you what they are doing and where they are going. Keep in mind they are not really tellling you, they are telling the person on the other end of their phone call. Yup, when are people going to learn that you don’t have to scream into the phone so the people at the other end can hear you. Your modern cell phone is not a tin can with a string attached to it that goes to another tin can. It is finally tuned piece of technology that has a pretty sensitive microphone and earpiece that can actually send and receive voices. Imaging that.
Then there are the people that use their personal device to watch a movie or video. That is great use of your device, catching up on something you missed or just something you are interested in watching. You know what else is a great use of your device, using the fucking earphones that most devices come with. While I really want to see the Green Book, I really do not want to listen to it while you are sitting in front of me. Put those earphones on people. Everyone around you will be happy you did.
Then there is the dressing for travel. I have noticed the past few times that I have flown the desire to be comfortable. We all want to be comfortable, trust me, I want to be comfortable. Now I am all for the comfort of yoga pants and leggings, there is no woman on the planet that would say they are not comfortable. Little women, Big women, tall and short women love them. However, some woman wear them better than others and if you are showing me your camel toe, those fucking yoga pants don’t work for you. Please...
There is always one person that sticks out in my mind while getting from point A to point B. Today it is a woman travelling by herself with 3 small children. How does she do it? I have a hard enough time keeping track of myself going thru security, imagine two young boys with backpacks, a little girl that does not seem to want to walk by herself. Your bag, her bag a blanket. Yikes I give her credit. I sure hope there is someone on the other end meeting her and giving her a break.
