the flying entitled
Plane traveling really doesn’t need to be this difficult. So, for all you old farts who just because you managed to not die before 75 feel it granted you some sort of entitlement to trample over everyone else to make sure you are the first ones to get special treatment when boarding, sit down and wait your turn. There are people who really need that extra time so if you can toss your carry-on over your head and stick it in the bin as if it’s no heavier than your blow up butt doughnut, wait in line like everyone else.
Once you’re on, get the hell out of the isle. I don’t know why this even needs to be said. Believe it or not you aren’t the only person in the world and the rest of us would like to get to our seat. There is always some butt-hole holding up the line with that stupid look on their faces fumbling around with a bag that they should have checked anyway. Imagine what a wonderful world it would be if everyone would just consider the person behind them for two seconds.
And yet once again it begs to be said, control your damn kids. Believe it or not I can feel it when your little brat kicks the back of my seat. I guess that special parent bubble you live in makes you immune to the other crappy parent’s little snots when they kick your seat otherwise you’d know how utterly annoying it is and keep your little monsters under control. Also, it’s not cute when they peer over the seat. It makes you want to poke them in the eye.
Finally, if you stink, take a bus. For those of us who do bathe sitting in a hermetically sealed tube at 30k feet with someone who thinks a shower is a weekly event is not a good time.