So, yesterday I flew back to New York after a week and a half with my family in Detroit. The flight from NYC->DETROIT is typically a quick hour and a half flight, and relatively painless: key words being “relatively painless.” Yesterday’s flight was anything but.
I seriously cannot believe the array of stupidity that I saw yesterday. People have actually survived in life thus far being so completely unaware and clueless?! The sh*t show of bad manners was ridiculous, both through normal airport protocol, and simple airplane etiquette. C’mon these things we should all know by now, people!
First Offender: The So-Called “I Didn’t Realize I Just Cut in Front of You…” Person:
By now, you have all probably had your own run-in with this type of person. It’s the person who cuts in front of you, and pretends that they didn’t see you there. This person might also pretend to be looking at something, than casually inch closer and closer, until they downright step in front of you. It’s a sneaky little tactic, and most of the time these people get away with it, because the person they cut in front of, is too embarrassed to speak up and say something.
So, yesterday I didn’t have
one, two, three, or four people cut in front of me. I had FIVE! Yes, you heard me right, FIVE. It all started when a young woman with a giant suitcase cut in front of me while I was waiting in line to check into my flight. It bugged me, but I didn’t say anything, because I was there very early and I decided to give the girl the benefit of the doubt. I kept seeing her look over her shoulder as if she was waiting for someone, and I thought that was odd. Suddenly a man and a woman, whom I’m guessing were her parents, joined her in line with two enormous suitcases in tow. Before I even had the chance to process the stupidity of these people, two more young women joined the crew of three. Each of these girls had enormously stuffed suitcases as well. As the group stood there, loudly chatting about, I decided to say something. “Excuse me,” I said trying to match their collective volume, “I was here first, and you…” It was no use, no one even noticed me talking. They were so engrossed in conversation with each other that I didn’t even get a second glance. I gave up, but it didn’t stop me from angrily brooding over it for the next twenty minutes, and posting multiple rants about it on Facebook and Twitter.
I watched on in horror as one after another stepped up to the check-in counter, and had to be told that each one of their bags were overweight. They bitched and moaned about the additional charges of a bag over fifty pounds, and luckily the woman behind the counter stood her ground. The whole debacle added close to thirty extra minutes onto my schedule, and I was livid.
When it came time to go through security, I saw the party of five making their way in the same direction as me, so I hauled a** as fast as I could, and managed to successfully get in front of them. A small victory for such an annoying fiasco.
Second Offender: The Dreaded “I’m Going to Perform all of my Gross Rituals in Public…” Person:
Being a regular commuter in my daily life has taught be a lot about reading people while traveling. For example, I can spot someone who wants to talk for the whole flight, and I’m good at predicting whether someone will be considerate. The minute I saw this man approaching I just knew I was in for it. I prayed he wasn’t going to be the one to occupy the seat next to me, but of course he was. It’s always like that, isn’t it? First of all, he stepped on my toe while getting to his seat, and also hit the woman in the head who was sitting behind us. He never apologized to either of us.
It could have been an accident, so I chalked it up to an honest mistake. That is, until he proceeded to get himself very comfortable, and one of the ways he accomplished that was by taking off his smelly sandals. His feet reeked of vinegar, and everyone around us turned to see who was creating the stench. If that wasn’t enough, he picked and prodded his smelly feet for at least a half hour, while I tried not to gag.
Eventually he passed out into a peaceful slumber, but he was the only one who found peace. The rest of us had to listen on as he noisily snored, and I personally had to deal with his elbows as he slept with both of his arms up above his head. Don’t even get me started on the offensive body odor that emanated from his pits. When he finally awoke, he got up to use the restroom, and stayed in their for at least fifteen minutes. When he finally resurfaced, I decided to use the bathroom as well. It wasn’t a surprise to me, when I walked into the cramped space that he carelessly left the toilet seat up, and may or may not have urinated all over the bathroom floor.
The flight ended up being terribly delayed because of rain storms in New York, so we circled around for close to an hour, and until it was safe to land. For the rest of the flight I tried my best to tune him and all of his bad manners. I think I actually succeeded at it for a little bit, too, but by that time the flight was over anyhow.
I really thought I had seen it all between the subway in New York, and traveling on the Long Island Railroad. However, yesterday it became obvious to me that there is clearly still a lot more to see. Lucky me.
Does anyone else have any bad manner airport/airplane experiences to share?! Is anyone else disgusted by how some people behave?
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