I did not fly on a plane until I was in my 20's.
I recall being soooo excited to board, and when I got on the plane I was like..."huh, this is like a bus..."
I think it has gotten even worse.
There are a few things that bother me while flying.....
#1. Folks, why do you insist on boarding with so much crap? I mean full sized luggage? Are you serious? And then we all have to wait and wait for you to stow the crap...and why? Because you do not want to wait at baggage claim. FYI, do you have any idea the amount of time that is wasted waiting for you all to stow and unstow this luggage? I mean really. And you clunk around with it, and hit people in the head with it. We actually had so many people with sooo much crap that was carry on on the last flight, that there were no more bins left, and the airline had to take the time to make folks stow it anyway....
#2. Paying for my luggage. Just irritating because of number 1. I check my bag, out of politeness at this point. So I am charged for being being polite.
#3. No drinks unless you have cash on the flight. OK another problem, because now EVERYONE is packing a darn suitcase full of snacks to bring on the flight. Seriously. So now we have all of the bins full of full sized luggage, and ladies with enough food for a small army in these oversized bag lady bags. Which is another stowing problem. So now people bring stinky snacks, and the entire plane smells of doritos, or other stinky food.
Those are my top 3 peeves at this point.
I will say, on the flight out, I was exhausted, I had to wake at 2:30am to get to the airport on time Friday. And since I was on a large plane I was thrilled, big plane means I can sleep. I was seated on my exit flight in front of a 4-5 year old girl and and 8 year old girl. they bickered and fought, and kicked my seat for about 2 hours....
I kept looking behind me, It was Mom on the end, and the 2 small girls. I looked back as a "hint"...it did not work.
anywho....All of a sudden the Mom says "hey husband...blah blah"...and I look to my left, and I see her dear husband, sitting in complete peace and quiet reading and sleeping on the other side of the aisle.
I watched him for about an hour. Me sitting and getting jolted every couple of seconds....
I finally broke down. Because he had to know I was miserable, and there was an empty seat beside me.
AWTM: "Hey Husband" I yell across the aisle. "I do not mean to interrupt your reading, but I need to change places with you right now, you are moving here to my seat, and then you are separating these girls, one of them will sit with you, and the other with Mom...now"
Needless to say everyone stood up, and a game of musical chairs ensued.
and guess what?
Mom and Dad managed to referee the entire trip. His book was not opened again.