cleaning out my notes
I have entered a bizarre cleaning mode as I get ready for a two week road trip that will include a weekend away. These are rare but this one is necessary as I need to figure out what’s happening with Saturday Sunday work at this location. Enough of the boring work BS… I just packed two weeks worth of clothes into a carryon like a boss. This is going to be a test for the zippers but I think they are up to the challenge. I might need to do some laundry net weekend but that will be a gameday decision. I have enough clothing combinations to last the entire time but you never know. I am cleaning everything and for some odd reason that includes my phone notes.
I write down a lot of weird shit as a way of reminding myself of what goes on while I’m on the road. The note itself is called Travel Notes and I am clearing that shit out to make room for more but not before I write about a couple of them. Okay, I just realized that I’m not going to write about all of them. I’ll just clip them in here and you can fill in details yourselves. These will be the notes directly pasted in from the app.
Travel Notes:
breast feeding completely topless is a bold move in an airport and I’m sure it is a stance of some kind but don’t you dare look sideways at the two teenage boys who can’t stop staring… You might be the first live adult female they have seen topless and asking them to look away is pointless. I’m pretty sure they are both in trouble if their plane boards soon. How they carry their backpacks will be a big indicator. *also, I really have no idea if this woman wore a shirt to the airport. These are incredible times.
I am so old that I find it strange that so many adult males march around the airport wearing their backpacks like Dora the Explorer. Both arms in like they are heading to a camping trip. I know this is a ME thing but when I carry one, I even feel odd slinging one arm in the thing. I usually just carry it by the handle. Probably should figure out what that annoys me so… If you see me with both arms in a backpack, I’ve given up.
People who allow their infants to crawl around on airport carpet should be arrested. The inhumanity that goes on in the mens rooms alone that then gets transferred from shoes or luggage wheels to the absorbent carpeting is mind blowing. I get it, expose the kids to germs, build up their immune systems, holy hell it’s hard for me to watch. *could one of these babies grow up to be a super soldier?
Filling your water bottle from the drinking fountain is bananas. If they don’t have a bottle filler then buy an evil plastic container and transfer the contents. Or be like me and fill your seemingly healthy hydrator with carbonated chemical poison. *I feel like that is a healthy upgrade from the liquor I would actually like it to contain. Win for me.
Where in the ever-loving fuck do you have to go that makes your getting off of this plane a priority over all the other humans on board. PLUS you had to ask for assistance getting your overstuffed luggage out of the bin… Fuck your neck pillow, fuck your box of cookies, and feel free to sit on your Smart Water bottle next time because the current consumption method isn’t working. I wish this made me feel better but alas only the sight of you tripping on the way out cill bring me cheer at this juncture.
How do these specialty shops make enough money to stay open? What kind of madman or woman is dropping $1,000 at the Tumi store IN THE AIRPORT? Did you come with a garbage bag full of travel essentials that you will be transferring over to your new bag?
Those are the ones that made the cut. There were some others that made a lot less sense. I had a theory about the MSP airport workers all being in cahoots but I can’t figure for the life of me what I thought they were up to. Oh well, one of life’s little mysteries.