Thing I HATE about flying

Flying isn't fun! After that first time you get on a plane, as a little kid, and your parents convince you that it's a real adventure. To soon the luxury of free peanuts and little flight wings that the flight attendants pass out, wear off and you are left feeling like that creepy guy at work who everyone ignores. In response to the pending 24 hours of airport travel tomorrow, I have compiled a short list of the reasons I hate being at the airport.

Ticket counter agents or anyone who pretends to be in airline customer service (requirement for employment- HATE LIFE)

The security screening, I just show up in my pajamas since I will have to redress myself after the cavity search.

The food, in flight chimichangas anyone? (At least I can dream)

Airplane blankets, those aren't my hairs!!

Items shifting during flight, if I cant move then how can my bag end up in a bin 7 rows back?

The smells...can't we just crack the windows or pre-screen who gets to use the can?

Crying babies, ok...any babies. They will end up crying sooner or later, little time bombs of terror

STRIKE ONE

Ok, Ok...so the first blog was an TOTAL and COMPLETE failure. Maybe this online journal/talking to myself via cyberspace thing isn't for me, but I'll be fair and give it one more shot.

It's just about time to go, so the next post will be from the road, somewhere in Europe. TTYL, KIT and have a super summer!