Travel log – New Orleans...

Never say never. That is how it goes, right?

 I remember these exact words slipping from my mouth at one time, “I’ve never been on a plane with a screaming baby.”

There is a first time for everything.


My travels were going a little too smooth. The flights weren’t bad, but the passengers were another story. It often baffles me when fellow travelers seem surprised, or shocked rather, that there are rules. Take the lady this morning. When we arrived in Wichita to depart the check in area was packed and chaos was close to ensuing, but slight order was being kept by the little Delta worker that reminded me of that lady in the Police Academy movies – the one that talked real squeaky and couldn’t get anybody to listen to her – so needless to say she was railroaded more than once.

While the rest of us waited patiently in line a high maintenance type and her spineless husband traipsed in and tried to cut in.

“Ma’am, the line is back there for the self-check kiosks and to see the ticketing agent,” the squeaky Delta woman said.

“We’re already checked in, I don’t have to go there,” she snapped.

“Do you need to check your bags?” Delta asked, pointing to the massive luggage she was hauling behind her.

“Well, yes,” she said in her high maintenance tone as the spineless sap watched the exchange.

“Then we need you to go through here, we cannot print your luggage tag if you don’t go through here,” she calmly and professionally pointed out.

“Then why do you offer the online check-in if it’s pointless to use it,” she huffed.

This is when I turned to my travel partner and said, “It’s for people who don’t have to check luggage dumbass – is this your first freaking flight!”

I loathe people like that. She made a huge scene and did nothing but make herself look like a complete horses ass for no reason other than her self-importance. If you were that important you wouldn’t be flying commercial with the rest of us. Deal with this reality and calmly see the next available agent.

It was so hot in the terminal. This was brought to me frozen.

Once we made it to the terminal it was nearly 100 degrees inside. I’m not sure if the air conditioning was broken, or just not on – but it was hot, damn hot. People all over the gate area were fanning themselves trying to keep from croaking, and I have never been more hurried to get onto a cramped plane because on the plane they at least have air.

The flight was going well until the baby up front started to scream. I don’t mind a screaming baby, as long as the parents are trying to sooth the kid – but that wasn’t going on. He was just screaming his head off.

The two kids next to me were great kids, they were quiet and they just kept themselves busy. I like these kinds of kids, but I had to chuckle because they were super excited to be on their first flight – to Wisconsin. Who gets excited about going Wisconsin? Apparently these little guys, and I’m sure something cool was waiting for them in the land of cheese.

Sweet mohawk kid!

One kid that was super excited was the little guy that spent part of his vacation in Hersey, PA. He was rocking some awesome hair and was waiting at the same gate we were in Memphis. I told him his hair was pretty awesome and he just gave me a shy smile.

On the plane to New Orleans, this kid and his sister were perfect and they quietly watched their DVD a couple rows ahead of me.

The kid behind me was the polar opposite. I don’t like these kinds of kids. This little person decided to kick the back of my seat through the entire flight. Mom did nothing, absolutely nothing. Not only did they dance on the seat back, they yelled back to the rest of their siblings and to make matters worse, Mom and Dad were yelling, too.

We landed in the Big Easy just in time, because I could have easily just snapped.