Since they don't make me sad, angry or upset - but just annoy the sh*t outta me.
I just spent the day flying to Montreal and back for a one-day meeting. In no particular order:
1. Do you have to be the douchebag in his seat that talks on his cell about inconsequential things for over half an hour, loudly, right until the flight takes off?
2. If the next zone that's boarding is Zone 3, and you're Zone 5, why are you standing in line ahead of (and blocking) those of us who are Zone 3? You have a boarding pass and an assigned seat. What's your freaking rush?
3. If you know that you're flying, and that you'll have to take off your jacket and all your six thousand layers and sweaters and your boots to get through security, why wear six thousand layers? I'm exaggerating with the six thousand layers, but this woman ahead of me was wearing a jacket, three ponchos and a scarf, and had to take them off one by one and put them in the plastic bins. Winter hasn't even started!
4. If you're new to the GTA, and have chosen to drive a cab to make a living, great. Just get a facking GPS and punch in my facking home address. I really don't feel like giving you turn-by-turn directions for half an hour after a long day.
There you have it. Now I feel better.
I'm with you on all of the above.
The zone thing drives me crazy.
On a recent flight there was a woman sitting near me who was trying to stow her carryon bag in the overhead compartment, and she couldn't get it to fit. She was bitching about how the compartment was "so small". No lady, your bag doesn't fit because it isn't a @&#%ing carry on size. We're on a 767, the overhead bins are massive. It's not like we were on a Dash 8 where it can be a struggle to stow normal size bags.