I do not like the hassle of the airports.
I do not like the fact that the seats and surrounding personal space has shrunk since the days I worked in the airline industry and loved loved loved to fly.
This trip to and from New Orleans was better than some I've had recently. (If you're not TSA pre-approved, I recommend it. Highly)
Here's a quick recap of my flight home.
Get on the plane, get to my row.
No one seated, not even across the aisle.
Open the overhead storage bin.
There's a bag in there as big as a tank.
A whole lot bigger than what is "supposed" to be allowed as carry on, and over my row - where I'm the only person.
With one hand on my hip (I was not feeling all that great if you remember), I said, loudly (as loudly as I could considering I didn't have much of a voice), "Really? Someone didn't have room in their own storage bin for this steamtrunk? Really? What the hell?"
And proceeded to search for a spot to place my laptop.
Then my seatmates show up.
Husband, Wife, Baby.
I'm not a big baby person.
Husband sat next to me, baby in lap.
I tried not to look at the baby 'cause I knew he/she would start screaming the minute I did.
He/she managed to lock eyes with me and gurgled and grinned.
I couldn't help but reach out with a finger to stroke that soft sweet innocent face.
Baby grabbed finger and held on until he (Jonathan) fell asleep about 30 minutes later.
Daddy: "He likes you."
Me: "I like him"
Not a bad flight after all.