2004-07-01 08:26
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No update yesterday because, frankly, after a nine-plus hour travel ordeal (four hour layover in BWI, followed by the absolute worst Screaming Children From Hell flight to NOLA ("Who's the asshole who says this flight stops in Birmingham? It sure the fuck didn't on the way up."), we were fucking beat.
I think it's high time someone opened either a "Child/Family-Friendly" airline that caters to travelling nuclear units (larger bathrooms to allow for changing diapers, padded seatbacks to obviate seat-kicking disturbances, maybe even seatback screens with family-oriented programming to help ossify the youngsters), or, said another way, a child-averse airline (or schedule of flights) catering to business travellers and those of us who really, really, really don't want to be sonically abused for hours on end when a dozen under-fives feel like having a synchronized tantrum.
The only satisfaction we got yesterday was from the fact that the seat-kicker behind us was probably eight or nine, and looked appropriately alarmed when K & I popped up, turned around, and growled "Knock it off," (I would have added "before I feed you your fucking legs" if I'd had to do it a second time).
Not too beat to discover the hidden bunny, but still. Priorities. *grin*
Okay, enough recap - I need to recover several parcels from the FedEx depot, get cat litter, and pay rent before resuming with the packing and hardware resucitation. It was good to see family, but it's also damn good to be home, if only for two days before hauling ass to Gothopia.
I think it's high time someone opened either a "Child/Family-Friendly" airline that caters to travelling nuclear units (larger bathrooms to allow for changing diapers, padded seatbacks to obviate seat-kicking disturbances, maybe even seatback screens with family-oriented programming to help ossify the youngsters), or, said another way, a child-averse airline (or schedule of flights) catering to business travellers and those of us who really, really, really don't want to be sonically abused for hours on end when a dozen under-fives feel like having a synchronized tantrum.
The only satisfaction we got yesterday was from the fact that the seat-kicker behind us was probably eight or nine, and looked appropriately alarmed when K & I popped up, turned around, and growled "Knock it off," (I would have added "before I feed you your fucking legs" if I'd had to do it a second time).
Not too beat to discover the hidden bunny, but still. Priorities. *grin*
Okay, enough recap - I need to recover several parcels from the FedEx depot, get cat litter, and pay rent before resuming with the packing and hardware resucitation. It was good to see family, but it's also damn good to be home, if only for two days before hauling ass to Gothopia.
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Even when T&I considered having kids, we were adamant about not taking it on a plane until age 6, & even then, only if the hypothetical child was very quiet & polite or we had sedatives for it. Then we decided we couldn't stand not traveling for 7 years, so we opted out of the kid plan entirely ;-)
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-- A (who, when flying alone, wouldn't mind that childFREE airline one little bit, either!)
*It's hard as hell to get to La Crosse, WI cheaply, and that's where I was most frequently flying -- I couldn't rent a car at the time and drive from Chicago or Minneapolis 'cos I was under 25 :P
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Honestly, though - there is NOTHING happy or good or relaxing about flying. It's a shitty way to travel. You can't be comfortable, you can't eat real food, you can't have a whole can of soda, you can't have sex, you can't have a calm environment, you can't have space, you can't have a pocket knife (I ALWAYS carry a pocket knife) - you can't do anything! So just grin and bear it and it will be over soon enough.
And Rafe, your proposed airline exists - it's called "first class."
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