General observations about stuff while waiting at the airport . . .

I started this blog post as we sat at the LaGuardia Delta terminal waiting for our flight . . . which had been delayed; twice. That was this past Saturday.

I hate wasting written words, so I thought I would finish the post and intermix a few of the cartoons and jokes I’ve saved over the last nine months (sorry if some were previously posted; I’m old and can’t remember stuff).  Here goes nothing . . .

I have the choice of either sitting here fighting sleep as we wait for our flight, or write a few things.

I suppose I could write a fiction piece or continue with any of my many unfinished fiction pieces.

Instead, I’ll pick my brain for observations and stuff . . .

  • People are (generally) oblivious of their surroundings, and that results in a disruption of the traffic and flow of pedestrians moving from one place to another.

  • When people realize they’re impeding human progress, they have one of two reactions; they either apologize profusely and get out of the way or they’re annoyed they might have to move to make way for progress. Sadly, the latter group makes up most of the population.

  • I yearn for a return to the time when animals were plain animals — and thus excluded from most public transports — and not, you know, comfort animals.

  • Mattresses must dread pulling cruise ship duty. As a user of mattresses on cruises (our cabins always come with one), I can sympathize. Our mattress looked like it was (re)formed to function as a pair of conjoined hammocks. Meaning, you know how mattresses are supposed to be flat? Ours had been shaped by the most corpulent people one can imagine. Our steward told us the mattresses were scheduled to be replaced, but they hadn’t gotten to our cabin yet. They probably give the old matrasses a burial at sea along with a posthumous medal for service well above the call of duty.

  • There are people in this world who love to be heard. Melisa and I can sit in a crowded place and no one will hear our conversation. On the other end of the spectrum? People like the ones more than 20ft away speaking so loud that we can’t avoid following their conversation. Not that it’s interesting; it’s just loud.

  • I hate (unwillingly) overhearing other people’s conversations. Not only are they seldom interesting, but the odds are I’ll overhear something that triggers a strong urge to go and correct the people about this or that fact. (side note: it’s why I have few friends)

  • There are two types of conversations I loathe overhearing because they are the strongest triggers as far as me wanting to correct someone: conversations relating to science and conversations relating to religion. That’s because the level of education (in matters of science and religion) in the population at large is  abysmal. (by the way, this next cartoon is — to date — my favorite of the year; let me know if you get it)

  • A sad observation: when you do something nice (like letting someone go ahead of you) invariably there’s a price to be paid (like they turn out to be one of them traffic impeders and you’re stuck behind them).

  • Wait; there’s another type of conversation I hate overhearing. It’s where two or more people try to outdo each other in relating the problems in their lives.

OK, I’m calling this done. I’ll just add a few cartoons for the pun-loving folks.

OK, I don’t know if that last one counts as a pun but I like it. Let me give you another one . . . 

That’s it. This post has ended . . . except for the stuff below.


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