Flying The “Friendly Skies” Landing Edition:

By golly, I WILL visit with Janet this weekend regardless of a 6 hour delay, changed terminal, tarmac obstruction, pilot riding the bumper while taxiing, uber/lyft price gauging, and Chicago cab driver who drives as if it’s midtown Manhattan. This journey began at 4:30pm EST and will hopefully soon be completed by 2am CST.
One of these is NOT like the other. The folks traveling tonight at a very busy late night O’hare airport are not the usual suspects on my winter, spring, or summer middle aged suburban teacher break.
Maybe one of the WORST innocuous sounds on the planet is: (and it sure seemed intentional) the aimless, automatic pilot crinkling of a potato chip bag. And to add insult to injury, the fussy finger fellow traveler just HAD to crinkle a bit more for funsies so that their empty bag was perfectly folded. 😤 🤣
Fixed airport table and chairs at Newark terminals allow MUCH less room for the non flat stomach contingent. Chicago is much kinder to my apple shape tribe.
Time to cut myself OFF from this stream of conscious purge. Nite nite.