I have begun to realize that I have become a grumpy old man and usually this grumpiness is at its height when I fly. I won’t bore you with the same old stories about the long lines at security and how I witnessed an eight-year-old boy being patted down in case his tiny Reeboks were ticking. Anyway, I left Harry Potter crying and went to wait for the gate to be called……….poor sod.
However, as I sit here and type away on my Raspberry I am going to talk about my fellow travelers. They can be very annoying. Hand baggage is the one thing I don’t understand – to me it’s something you can get into a small bag or it should be checked in.
There is a chap sitting behind me who got on with a rucksack so big he could have traveled twice round the world with it. He couldn’t get it in the overhead compartment and there were things spilling out of it……including a book that made War & Peace look like a quick read that landed on my head. I wanted to ask the flight attendant how they could possibly allow him on with that………but as normal, I just sat there, nursing the bump that his book had bestowed me with.
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