If you don’t like stress and unhappy people, don’t hang out in an airport.  Most everyone is in a hurry.  Most everyone has to hurry up and wait.  It’s just the nature of the beast.  

First of all, the scales kill me for bags.  We had a checked bag.  It started out 3 pounds over.  I’m not sure how this works.  I am always over going home.  Here’s why it doesn’t make sense for me.  I send some of our clothes home via mail.  I started this a few years ago.  I either get to where we are going and realized I packed way too many things, so I just mail them home.  Or, I mail our dirty clothes home. 

It never fails.  How can I possibly send boxes of clothes home, not buy a thing and end up over?  We are used to it now and we know the key things to take out to get us at the allowed weight.  Problem solved.  I don’t understand how it consistently happens, but we fix it and move on with the day. 

Last night I flew home from Vegas.  We got to the airport early.  We went into a restaurant to relax before our flight.  It was a red eye, so we knew it was going to be a long night for us.  There was a couple sitting in the restaurant beside us.  The man went to the bathroom and when he came back he was irritated. It seemed that he was called an inappropriate name in the bathroom.  His wife asked what he did and he said that he walked in the handicap stall.  Apparently, someone didn’t like that he wasn’t handicapped and used that stall.

Here’s what I know.  I always use the handicap bathroom in airports.  It’s the only way you can drag your bags with you and fit into a stall.  If you have a carry on and a purse and try to go into a regular bathroom, your’ legs better be 5 feet long. There is straddling involved.  I doubt that this guy and I are the only two people in the world who does that. 

Truth be told……. I have also used the family bathroom for the same reason.

My biggest pet peeve in an airport is loading the plane.  Think back to grade school field trips that required a school bus.  We were always instructed to fill the bus from back to front.  It was time productive. 

An airplane is the equivalence to a school bus.  It is a big thing that moves you from one place to another.  But with a plane normally you have a lot of extra stuff to load.  But instead of the loading zones make sense and begin in the back of the plane, there is no rhyme nor reason to how the zones are set up.  There is no order to the process.  People are standing and waiting, eyeballing their seat rows, while people are loading their things in the overhead compartments. 

It makes no sense to me at all.  Why can school teachers realize the intelligence of an orderly loading process, but computers or other intelligent people haven’t visited that as a more logical way to load a plane?