. . . and looking up I noticed I was late.
Finally, the boreass is gone, business is done and I can go down to the gate and veg out. Well, I could if these inept parents would keep some sort of control over their obnoxious children. Is this all part of the touchy feely bs where they let their kids do whatever the fuck they want without severe consequences? I got news for you fucktards, kids need to learn that life isn’t all about doing whatever the fuck you want however and whenever you want. It’s not about not suffering severe consequences when you fuck up either. How can there be responsibility without consequence?
Another thing about these morons. . . when did parent start needing to push a big bulky stroller for each kid and a gigantic supply bag for each kid. I see some of these parents going through the airport with a couple kids and they’re loaded down like pack animals. Ridiculous. Carry your own teddy bear and you don’t need anything else. Why the fuck do so many parents have to travel with their little tiny children anyway? Is it really necessary?
It used to be that parents acted like parents and not the unwilling nannies of spoiled children of privilege.
Little children should either make their own way or be carried. I realize that your 5 year old is a lazy little spoiled brat who has never had to venture very far from the TV screen to find his entertainment, but seeing him in a stroller because he is too lazy to walk and you just don’t want to put up with the fuss he might make is kinda disgusting. Here, I’ll take care of the kid. He opens his mouth in protest more than once and he’ll be wishing he hadn’t. The back of my hand will keep him quiet just fine as he trudges through the airport with the rest of the sheep. But all that should have been established a long time ago. NOT in the middle of some airport jetway.
Ahhh, wonderful. I’m sitting in a 737 that’s less than half full. I’ve got an entire emergency exit row to stretch out in and relax. I might just get some sleep. I wonder how the crab cakes are at that crab restaurant in the next airport?
It’s always a thrill to look out at the coast line and see The Cape down below. Could there be a cooler more historic place on Earth?
Why is it that the plane I arrive on and the plane I depart on are ALWAYS on oppisite ends of this fucking airport? And it seems like I always have tight connections coming back through here.