So you hate the airport?
Standing in the security line with sweaty palms because what if this line is so long that I miss my flight? How about getting to the gate to the sound of a crying baby and having to immediately start praying: God, I’m already in the middle seat…please don’t let me be next to that baby…, only to open your eyes and see a sweaty, large man with a bag of McDonald’s at the ticket counter …or that guy…Amen. And there’s nothing quite like getting in line to board and giving yourself a quick pep talk – no matter what, they will not take my bag and send it to baggage claim. It WILL be going in the overhead compartment.
I get it, guys. The airport can be a big, scary place full of delays, whiny toddlers, demanding ticket agents and sprints from C36 all the way to…
View original post 1,426 more words
Random Repeat 