There is a lid for every pot

Its an old saying but I keep finding examples of its truth

Heading in to Target behind this couple gave me a pile of mixed feelings. Just prior to my not-so-subtle picture they were holding hands. This woman is perfectly fine with her dude strolling through the big red bullseye with his tail on full display. His Crocs are in 4WD mode and has a Blues Clues sweater on to hedge against the fall chill. I couldn’t bring myself to follow them long enough as to determine the tails connection point and for the sake of my own well being I am choosing to believe it is attached to clothing. (for the more naive in my audience do your own research on other tail attachment methods please… If you do go that route take into consideration the size of that tail and what it would take to keep it secure…)

Encounters like this have me pondering my own existence. I am happy alone but it would be nice to have someone to hang out with when life gets inevitably boring. I’m not saying that a tail out shop is in my future but having someone who likes you for you has its benefits. Certainly something to think about but that is also counterbalanced by the overwhelming number of couples who don’t like each other while traveling. I’m not sure what it is about an airport but for some couples it is a unique level of Hell. I think it has a lot to do with what type of traveler you are.

People who travel a lot get into a rhythm throughout the experience and when others mess that up it does annoy. Security should be an efficient waltz through a pain in the ass that we all have to endure. The TSA throws enough wrinkles at the process so the last thing needed is someone with no social awareness taking too much time to do everything. As a giant white male with severe resting bitch face I get targeted for “random” checks all the time. Nothing to do but grin and bear it. I also build in a ridiculous amount of time to make sure I am not late for a flight. If I had to travel with a last minute person it would not go well.

Same goes for boarding the plane. They call your group and you head into the metal sky tube. You don’t hang out in front of the gate blocking everyone so you can be the first of the groups 5s to get on board. Odds are you should gate check if you are that far back thus saving everyone time and trouble. Once you’re inside the big bag goes up top and your personal item goes into the floor cubby hole in front of you. So many idiots can’t grasp this system. I especially love the front of the bus people who want floor space for their feet apparently so they put everything up top thus bag blocking some other poor traveler. There has to be a better system but they haven’t put it in place as of yet.

Last week there was a couple seated across from each other on the isle and they spent the bulk of the four hour flight throwing shots back and forth. All I could hope was it was their love language because I hated both by the time we landed. I’ve got to go pack for another week on the road and this was a pleasant distraction. I’m switching airlines this week so that adds a new layer of fun and early morning flights mean finding rides are fun but I will hedge that bet by prescheduling. You needed that boring bit of information like a hole in the head. Time for me to give this up for now.