I am out in Oregon cracking the whip over Almost Grown to finish her thesis on time, and while it hasn't been the trip from h*ll, it underscored things I hate about air travel.
1.) Feeling like you've been seated at the kiddie table at a formal function. I ended up in the second to the last row of the plane, seated next to a woman traveling with an infant and a less-than two year old. They were quite well behaved, and didn't squirm or whine any more than I did, they just didn't want to be there. The baby, seated on Mom's lap, kept reaching over when I was trying to sleep and *honking* my right breast like he was ring a dinner bell. Mom eventually took notice and discreetly *served* him, and he fell asleep. Can't say the same for me. There was still the excited 4 year old across the aisle talking loudly about everything he saw out the window, real or imagined.
2.) People who have been living under a rock, or have never seen the inside of an airplane before. A young woman encountered difficulty with the lavatory. First she couldn't operate the bifold door. Then she reemerged and grabbed the sleeve of the gentleman waiting his turn. "Help me. I can't flush this thing! Come! Don't worry, I only peed!" "Use the button marked Push." "Oh, thanks." She disappeared again, only to stick her head out and complain, "The water won't turn on! I need to wash my hands!" Arg!
3.) Seriously overweight women trying to pass each other in the aisle directly in front of me. There should be a passing zone outside of the restroom for entering and exiting that doesn't involve brushing against unsuspecting passengers strapped into seats. If I had wanted to have my face scraped by trousers as I slept, I would have asked them to wear velour!
4.) Having a feminine emergency at the airport and having to spend $6 to attend to it. There is no need for further explanation, except to say I was thankful for a female cashier.
5.) The cost of *dining* at the airport. After paying 10 bucks for a hamburger and fries in a styrofoam container, then hiking my way to my gate (ALWAYS the furthest from the starting point), depositing my things on the floor and balancing the meal on my lap, I didn't have the stomach to eat much of it.
Well, okay...five things isn't too bad! At the time, I could have sworn there a dozen or maybe 2 dozen whines in there!