Passing the Bar

Ahhh the Houston Airport. I think one of the most challenging things, for anyone, is to bypass the airport bar. It really is the only way to cope with traveling anymore. It really is like a junky passing the heroin shop. Even if its morning, knowing what I will most likely go through, it its damn hard sticking with coffee. Now a days (it grandpa voice) it seems that you should always travel expecting the worst. It has come to the point where it rarely ever goes right. I am always shocked when flights are on time, comfortable, and enjoyable. I have (like many others I'm sure) have literally seen and heard it all. I have been delayed for air conditioners, broken windshields, snow, rain, late crews, crew in danger of overtime so they have to be switched out, you name it! When I was kid people were smoking and so were the stewardesses. You never saw a guy so there was no need in calling anyone a "flight attendant". I ain't saying they have an easy job, but who cares it doesn't make me feel any better. I don't want anyone going through hell, me or employees. And the next time I have to sit between Jabba the Hut and Rosanne, I might just turn around and rent me a nice Seabring.