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Children at Heart

There is nothing like air travel to turn [seemingly functional] adults into children.

You have to eat what they give you (requesting a vegan meal gives you looks like you have 2 heads), you get woken up from a great nap to eat the crap they give you, they decide what you watch on tv, you eat like you're on a high chair (with a seat belt and little room to move), and you can't understand one freakin' thing over the intercom that they try to tell you.

Then you somehow, miraculously, make it to baggage claim. Here's where we really act like children. Everyone has to be right NEXT to the carousel and nobody can seem to realize that if everyone just stepped back a couple feet, everyone could see their bags coming. I mean, you don't have to be right by the carousel unless you're going to actually get your bag!

It's amazing the behavior we resort to just to get someplace.


Are we there yet? Are we there yet? Are we there yet? Are we there yet?