Sunday, 22 October 2006

Some things just bug me. Sometimes I write them down. :)

For example - What is it that makes the concept of putting stuff into the overhead bins on airplanes so freakin' complicated? People just don't seem to get it, despite the repeated intercom begging performed by the flight attendants to put rollaways in wheels first, wheels first, WHEELS FREAKIN' FIRST.

Even worse, there's a subset of people who, when asked to move their bag to the optimal position in order to accommodate others, can get downright indignant. What is it with these people? Move your bag, sit down and shuddup already. They didn't build that bin - or this whole airplane - just for you. Jeez.

I dunno why this bugs me so much. I guess it's because the underlying message from such people is that they don't really care how their behavior, stuff or actions affect others. We have enough of that kind of problem already in this day and age. We really don't need it when a couple hundred people are jammed into a metal tube with wings and a couple engines hanging off a few bolts hurtling said flying torpedo through the air at a few hundred miles an hour.

Okay, I feel a little better now. Heh.

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Wednesday, 08 November 2006 00:31:03 (Pacific Standard Time, UTC-08:00)
You think you have ahard time, my brother is in a wheelchair. Try putting a collapsable wheelchair in an overhead bin next to the drunk grouch. Proper pain in the ass!!!!!
Wednesday, 28 March 2007 15:48:30 (Pacific Standard Time, UTC-08:00)
Another thing, when you get on a plain that has-let's say- 150 to 200 people on it you're really susceptible to viruses and colds. So think about this..... You get on a plane knowing that you're gonna be on there for about ten hours. (You don't get a window seat either.) You've been sitting for about 2 hours and you're thinking,"This isn't so bad, I get peanuts and pop. I don't have some one gross sitting by me. I'm not sick. Thiss is gonna be ok."
Five hours later.
You're forgotten what your butt feels like, there's a baby screaming, you have to go pee and there's some stupid person in the way, you've counted the mysterious stanes on the back of the seat in front of you 30 times, and now you're afraid to sleep because you're wondering what's on the head rest.
Nine hours later.
You're thanking God as you claw your way out of the plane to see the family that you flew ALL the way acrosst the U.S.A. for and instead of hugging and kissing them- you fall on your face and tell the ground you missed her. My full email is, It wouldn't fit. lol
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