Happy Campers
There are two kinds of happy campers. One finds peace in the quiet of the woods. The other parks in the left lane at 67 and destroys everyone else’s day. This is about the second one.
People at 35,000 Feet
Somewhere between boarding and landing, people forget how to be human. It’s not the plane, it’s the entitlement, the impatience, the complete lack of awareness at 35,000 feet.
Shut the Fuck Up and Move the Line
I don’t mind waiting. I don’t mind lines. What I mind is being held hostage by someone who needs an audience while a dozen people stand behind them wondering why basic social awareness has become optional. This is not your one-person podcast. Finish your transaction and leave.