2006-04-29 - 9:31 a.m.
Crankypants' rules for travel
Dear loud people in the airport:
I see you are carrying on two children, a double stroller, and three GINORMOUS bags.
When I am queen, this will not be allowed.
I pray we aren't seated together.
Yeah. End of a vacation. Lost our ass in the casinos, but my lost id was found in Caesar's, and returned so I could get on the plane with the abovementioned lovely people.
the other thing when I am queen? No reclining in steerage. NONE. I never recline, because I realize how uncomfortable it makes the person getting reclined into. (I always feel like I should be doing dental work on this person whose head is now in my lap....) I never sit behind the equivalent of me.
Also when I am queen...you get the space under the seat in front of you, and in the overhead directely above your seat. That is all. Just because you have the SUV stroller and car seat and carry ons and live chickens doesn't entitle you to every friggin' bit of bin space you can claim.
yeah. After a week in Vegas, people are pissing me off.
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