One of the many excuses for why I have woefully neglected this blog is that I have been traveling. I've been coast-to-coast and a lot of places in between. Planes, trains, buses, and cars have played their part in keeping me on the go. But, as I have traveled, I've been struck by these curious thoughts.
1) Why is is that when a flight is oversold, and the airlines ask for volunteers to get on a later flight, it is almost never the obvious pleasure/leisure travelers who take up an opportunity to get a "free round trip ticket?"
2) Why is it that the five-foot two inch, hundred pounder is always battling the 75 pound piece of carry-on luggage? I've seen smaller steamer trunks than some of the beasts of luggage hoisted into overhead bins, usually with lots of help from those who fear having the monster slip and cleave their unsuspecting skulls.
3) Why is it that the bus always stops right in front of a large greasy puddle? The same puddle is always very generous in sloshing the unsuspecting, but eager traveler.
4) Why is it that it always rains, or sleets, or snows when you get home, not while you are away and wouldn't care anyway?
5) Why is it that, if you have the aisle seat on a long flight, the person in the middle will be both large, clumsy and listening/playing with a device that you can hear in your seat?
6) Similarly, why does it happen that if you have the aisle seat, those in the middle and the window seat will have to get up at least once every hour of the flight even if it means awakening you?
7) And, if to forestall the above, you select a window seat, why does it happen that a small child throws a tantrum wanting your seat?
8) Why does it always happen that those immediately ahead of you in the security check lines still believe that you can get through the metal detectors with a rodeo prize belt on and seem annoyed when asked for the second time to step back?
9) Why does it always happen that when you rush to the airport -- arrive a little early -- your flight leaves a lot late.
10) Why do parents let their children crowd the luggage belt when there is no way they will be able to muscle any luggage off the belt -- is it some sort of dare devil dance to see if they can escape without injury?
I'm just not sure, but I've seen it all in the past few weeks. I guess that I will continue to muse on these topics as I cruise the country on business and pleasure.