Back, Yet Again

Well, Thanksgiving break was good. I mean, I hate, hate, hate, hate, hate air travel. So that was no fun whatsoever. Wednesday, when I was leaving to head home, the traffic was ridiculous. It took me almost two hours to make the half-hour drive to the Fort Lauderdale airport. Fortunately, I had left about three hours ahead of time in case the airport was insane due to Thanksgiving, so I was still on time. Thankfully, for some odd reason, the airport was nearly empty when I got there. The world makes no sense.

Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday. Eating way too much and watching football. Those really are the only two activities included, and what else is better than eating way too much and watching football? I also saw some great movies. No Country for Old Men and I'm Not There were both absolutely brilliant. I slept in a real bed for the first time in months. So all in all it was a good trip.

Of course, flying back was even more painful than the trip home. First of all, it was pouring down rain in Nashville when I left. So the takeoff was a bit of an adventure. Secondly, it was freezing on the plane. It was to the point that when we landed, my feet were so cold that I had trouble standing up. Then, once I got to the airport, I had to wait over 30 minutes to get my bags. Then I had to wait another half hour on the parking shuttle. Then I had to wait another half hour for the parking shuttle to get to the parking lot. So with another half hour to drive to Coral Gables, it was over two hours from landing to getting home. It's enough to make me never want to fly again. Of course, I didn't need anything new to reach that opinion. Oh, and I forgot, there was a kid in the seat behind me that never stopped kicking my seat or hollering in Spanish the entire flight. And then when we landed I heard the people sitting two rows back complimenting the kid's father on how well behaved the kid was. Kids under the age of ten should not be allowed on airplanes. Or at least they should have their own special section. Flying is bad enough without loud, annoying kids. At least now Southwest doesn't give parents with kids pre-boarding rights. It was ridiculous that parents who were stupid enough to bring their little kids on the plane were rewarded with first pick of seats. The new situation is much better.

I'm sorry, I just hate flying.

Oh well, I'd better get over it. I have to fly again in less than a month. Life.