I hate to travel.
Oh, don’t get me wrong. I love being other places, visiting friends and family, and seeing new sights.
I just hate the process that’s required to get there. I hate packing. I hate figuring out whether I have the right clothes for the predicted weather in my destination and whether their meteorologists are as inept as ours. I hate worrying about whether my contact solution is now against the rules. I hate having to choose just one or two books and one or two knitting projects to take with me. I hate cleaning. I hate stressing about whether the cats will have enough food or if I ought to have someone check in on them after all.
I hate having a timetable. I hate having to arrive at terminals a ridiculous amount of time early. I hate waiting in lines, particularly behind people who don’t bother to prep until they arrive up at the metal detector. I hate airport prices. I hate the delays that inevitably don’t happen until you’re already trapped in the terminal or at a layover. I hate the idea of being stuck on the plane for what seems like days and days. I hate stale-tasting airline food. I hate uncomfortable seats. I hate airplane bathrooms that smell funky and that require knowing advanced yoga in order to get in and out. I hate not being able to use my iPod when it’s unclear that it will prevent anything anywhere. I hate strange male seatmates who seem to be under the impression that it is somehow appropriate for him to sit spread-eagle and invade my personal space.
I hate sleeping in other people’s beds. I hate my odd hours affecting other people. I hate not having internet access. I hate having to remember to hide my stuff so that other people’s cats won’t be tempted to spray my bags or my clothes or my shoes.
Usually I’m fine once I get there. I just hate that in-between transition purgatory.
But I feel better having shared that. Thanks.
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Comment by mary 09.06.06 @ 1:17 pmIt is offensive that, “due to heightened security” you are not allowed to bring bottled water, or coca cola, onto the plane. They serve you these things to drink past the security check point in the terminal, and on board the plane. It’s insane.
But people are more than happy to give away their liberties because they mistakenly believe this makes them more safe.
Drinking water is harmless. If it were not, they would not only prevent you from carrying along your own, but they also wouldn’t allow you to have any for the duration of the flight. Its foolish security theater.
Now, if things are so heightened that we prevent people from carrying on their harmless drinking water, because we’re preventing them from sneaking in the chemicals that could be used to make a bomb disguised as drinking water – even if we have already proven that what they just injested is truly a bottle of Arrowhead water, then surely we’re really serious about preventing people from interfering with that plane’s normal opperation, right?
Now we get to the line about electronic devices. The fear is that you could use a device to interfere with the planes controls – you don’t necessarily have to take them over for this to be bad, just preventing the pilot from having the controls respond normally is pretty disasterous.
If it were really possible to do this, why would we let people carry electronic devices onto planes at all, trusting potential terrorists to turn them off when asked politely to do so during take off and landing? People who want to hijack or bomb planes are not rules followers. They’ll keep using their ipods and their gameboys and bring that plane crashing down no matter how nicely you ask them to stow away all electronic devices.
Better hope the terrorists don’t figure that one out.
Unless, it’s a total crock of shit.
I stopped worrying about whether or not my cell phone was turned off for the duration of the flight. I don’t turn it off any more. I don’t even bother to silence the ringer. I’ve flown lots of times now with it on the whole time, and nothing has happened. The worst that has happened, is the battery has drained faster because it couldn’t find service and sucked itself dry looking really hard for a nearby base station to get a signal from.
I’ve played my gameboy during a landing. We didn’t crash. We didn’t have to circle for hours while the pilot insisted everyone remain calm. No one noticed that I wasn’t at a good save point in Final Fantasy Tactics Advance, and that I kept going until I was had no ill effects on the universe.
What would Patrick Henry say if he were alive and faced with Homeland Security confiscating his toothpaste and bath gel? How ashamed would he be of the modern American apathy toward the sucessive removal of liberties?
Comment by Grey Kitten 09.06.06 @ 5:50 pmI hate prepping for a trip, too. We have a car show this weekend which means I’m packing food, coffee maker, beer, and on top of that I have to try to figure out which projects to bring ;o)
And Grey Kitten? Amen, Sister.
Comment by JessaLu 09.07.06 @ 9:40 am