Dear Baba Rumcake,
As usual, at the airport, the line was long, the passengers irritated and the workers at their wits’ end. No one to blame, just the way things were.
But, when some annoying, disgusting, family of four, decided to cut the line, in front of everyone else, getting to the agent, before all of us, it was ugly.
“Do we have to go to the end of the line,” asked, the annoying, whiny female of the group.
Who are these people? Where do they come from? Who taught them manners?
Exasperated in Exeter
Standing in line, to get on the airplane, is never fun, anymore. It used to be, so much, fun to fly. Those people you just mentioned are the same people who cut in line at the grocery store, or the movie theater or to get on a bus.
Those are the same people who have no manners, chewing with their mouths open and wipe from back to front because no one taught them any better.
The agent, I am sure, did not want to engage these lovely creatures. Those are the same people who having too much luggage, they trudge, down the walkway, bumping every wall, on the way.
Where do these delightful people, end up sitting? You got it! They sit right behind your seat. No room for them, so, they kept bumping their knees against your seat, over and over again. Making the whole flight, a bump and grind.
They will try, to get out first, but alas, it might be impossible so they proceed to discuss their upcoming holiday, which no one cares about, in a loud voice. Waiting for the rest of the plane to unload, they complain, bitterly, about the crowded quarters.
Four fully grown adults who are pricks. I’m sorry. You were telling me, about your, flight. No matter.
They may be the same family that I flew out with the other month.
Blessings on your next flight.