Now, I’m no expert, but I have now slept in American Airports about 8 times. And here are a few hints and tips.
1. FIND A PLUG SOCKET/OUTLET! Guard it with your life and growl at anyone who comes near it.
2. Try and find seats that don’t have arm rests. Those pesky things might be great for…
How my family handles airports
- My dad's talking on the phone with my grandmother who's at the airport in Florida
- My grandmother: Our flight has been delayed an other hour because of a bomb scare
- Some random woman: There's not a bomb scare [incomprehensible sound]
- My grandmother: Oh sorry, Obama is in the air
Welcome to the TRVLR: Half of travelers camp out for outlets... REALLY? Why are you not carrying a travel adapter by now?
According to a survey about travel and technology commissioned by Intel, nearly half of travelers “admitted compromising personal comfort and hygiene in pursuit of an outlet”. This is insane.
Also according to the study:
“We’ve heard of people resorting to flirting in order to get…
John Gross, a resident of Indianapolis’ south side, was leaving Florida with the remains of his grandfather—Mario Mark Marcaletti, a Sicilian immigrant who worked for the Penn Central Railroad in central Indiana—in a tightly sealed jar marked “Human Remains.”
“They opened up my bag, and I told them, ‘Please, be careful. These are my grandpa’s ashes,’” Gross told RTV6’s Norman Cox. “She picked up the jar. She opened it up.”I was told later on that she had no right to even open it, that they could have used other devices, like an X-ray machine. So she opened it up. She used her finger and was sifting through it. And then she accidentally spilled it.”
Gross says about a quarter to a third of the contents spilled on the floor, leaving him frantically trying to gather up as much as he could while anxious passengers waited behind him.”She didn’t apologize. She started laughing. I was on my hands and knees picking up bone fragments. I couldn’t pick up all, everything that was lost. I mean, there was a long line behind me.”
Hey man, they just had to check ya asshole. Chill.
Hopefully they’ll remember to plug in their fucking metal detectors, because that’s exactly what’s been missing from my morning commute: an idiot molesting me.(via howtokilleverything)
I love you so much and I just want you to love me like I love you,” he said as softly as he could.
“You don’t need a girlfriend, Colin. You need a robot who says nothing but ‘I love you.’” And it felt like being stoned and sticked from the inside, a fluttering and then a sharp pain in his lower rib cage, and then he felt for the first time that a piece of his gut had been wrenched out of him.