Another travel day, this time involving airports.
I got got up at 4:00 AM because I had been warned about Boston’s Momday morning traffic. I thought if I could just get to the airport by 6:00, I could avoid the rush hour.
What are all of you Bostonians doing clogging the interstate at 5:30 in the morning?! Talk about white knuckle driving! (Note to self: when taking a plane out of Logan, schedule it for Sunday). What I thought was a missed exit on my part still ended with me at the airport, so all was well on that front.
I had made a point of packing my ear buds on my carrying bag, but when they again asked people to voluntarily check the carry one because the flight was crowded, I again volunteered my bag. BIG mistake!
I claim it as my RAndomAoK #14. RAndomAoK #15 was not murdering the screaming baby sitting in the row directly behind me. Mia was her name. She literally screamed for three and a half hours in that small child pitch that causes ears to bleed. She screamed across the Appalachians. She screamed across the Great Lakes. She screamed across Chicago and Iowa and Nebraska. Somewhere over eastern Colorado, thirty minutes before we landed in Denver, she fell asleep. Then we landed. She started screaming all over again. Although I thought snarky things, I did not say them.
Sometimes not saying anything is a kindness.
Sardine United Airlines: Offering free drinks to any adult passenger sitting within three rows of a screaming baby would be a greatly appreciated kindness. Or headphones. Headphones would be great.