Everyone suddenly turns into an asshole when at the airport. Even people who seem to be able to function as an acceptable human being normally, turn into a god damn spaz when traveling. They seem to lose all common sense, spatial awareness and cognitive abilities. It’s incredible. I travel a lot, so please learn from this and don’t be one of those people.
Let’s start at the beginning. Just pulling up to the drop-off area at airports, and it suddenly looks like a traffic jam in India. There is no regard for lane lines, there are whistles and people walking in front of cars and the same person who kindly let you over while you were merging onto the highway to get to the airport, is suddenly blaring his horn in your face and cutting you off because he is worried that he won’t make it to the curb in time. Chill out you motherfucker! I am not afraid of walking twenty extra yards, so I’ll move for you. I swear that people don’t understand that the airport is one big building. Surprise! You can get to any part of the airport from inside the airport! When pulling up to the drop-off/pick-up area, people seem to forget that just because you’re flying Delta, doesn’t mean that you can only be dropped off immediately in front of the Delta sign. Don’t worry, this isn’t platform 9 3/4, it’s not going to magically disappear. Drop people off wherever there is an opening, and hopefully they can manage to walk a few meters to the Delta check-in, you freaks.
Before arriving to the airport, have your damn ID in your pocket. Duh! In your purse does not count because as we all know, women’s purses are all like Mary Poppin’s purse; endless. If I have to wait for you to dig around in your bag because you seem to be dumbfounded when security or the airline agents asks for your ID, then you are a fool and deserve the ugly stares that you’re going to get from me. Oh, and I will probably cut you in line.
The touch screen at the check-in counters seem to be a problem for people and this also blows my mind because it’s people who are drowning their lives in various technological touch screen devices, so how is it that you suddenly can’t figure out how to use a touch screen when it asks you for your friggen name?
Then, we move onto one of my worst pet-peeves. Escalators/moving sidewalks. These machines were developed to get you from point A to point B faster. They are not there to enable all you lazy assholes who apparently find walking to be a hassle. I cannot wrap my mind around how unaware everyone is. Do you not realize that a lot of people are in a damn hurry at the airport?! Essentially, everything you do at the airport needs to be done in the quickest, most efficient way as possible because people are waiting. Paying for something? Grab your change and move to the side so someone else can pay while you fumble around with your wallet. Have plenty of time to get to your gate? Then move over to the mother fucking right, and let me pass you on the left on the escalator. Common damn sense.
Pack light and tight. When we get to the security point, I always avoid people with kids, old people and people with headphones on. That’s all obvious, but you also got to watch out for the people who have a bunch of shit hanging off of them. I’m sure you can picture it. There are those who travel and they look like a damn mobile closet. There are pillows wrapped around their necks, lanyards hanging out of pockets, straps just everywhere, blankets protruding from overstuffed bags and they are always trying to get away with having two carry-on’s. It’s such a shitshow. I should never have to wait for you to pull everything from crinkled up cash to loose Tylenol tablets from your pocket when we approach the x-ray machine. Be prepared! Do that BEFORE the last second. Fucking, duh! And you never need a neck pillow. Unless it is over a five hour flight, then I might have some sympathy, but on those flights, the airline has pillows, just ask. You are not going to be comfortable on a plane no matter what, so just suck it up and get out of my way.
The only person who is allowed to have a neck pillow is the wrestler because he has the kind that fold into a little case that he shoves into his suitcase. He’s a pro traveler due to the whole being a pro wrestler thing. Him and I recently discussed the art of traveling, and decided that we hate 90% of people at airports.
I think that the older you get, the more comfortable you are with yourself and the less you’re concerned with what other people might think of you. This notion simply disappears when people get on planes. I watch all these middle aged people suddenly turn into those anxious adolescence with pimply faces and awkward haircuts. People get so fucking nervous about putting their stupid carry-on bag in the overhead compartments. Jesus Christ, chill out. The only reason why we’re all staring at you is because you suddenly started talking to yourself, you’re blushing and you’re being frantic over a damn suitcase.
Also concerning the overhead compartments, don’t be that asshole who puts your jacket or fucking beach tote bag up there until everyone is settled. Wait until everyone has their REAL carry-on’s stowed away, and then if there is room, you can shove your floppy shit on top.
The worst people on planes are the ones with headphones on who have no regard for how loud their music is. I’m sorry, I know you’re enjoying your tunes, but I should not be subjected to your shitty Pandora’s top 40 playlists. If the person is sitting next to me, I absolutely ask them to turn their music down. If the person is sitting more than a row away, I ask the flight attendant to ask them to turn it down. And I don’t feel bad about it even a little bit. NOT using headphones at all while watching videos is a recent practice that I’ve noticed people participating in since wifi on planes has become a thing. Hell no. I won’t even waste my linguistic energy on why that is 100% unacceptable.
I recently went to Costa Rica with my sister, mom and a family friend. I’m typing in the living room and my sister is in the dining room wearing an oversized Tupac shirt and playing with her toenails. I just yelled to her, “what were some of the dumb things that people were doing at the airport?” and without hesitation she just yelled back, “they were just not fucking walking!” It made me laugh out loud. This sort of falls into the the category of being spatially aware, and even if you’re not in a hurry, act like you are. I cannot get over the amount of people who just stop walking in the middle of the damn walkways to look at their phone. Would you do that in the middle of the highway? No. There is absolutely the same traffic flow in the airport, and you are fucking it up and causing a traffic jam. Just as you would if you were on the highway, if you need to stop, veer over to the right.
I hope this helps you. I’m considering printing this out into pamphlet form, and distributing them at my local airport.