I'm on a plane getting ready to hit the road but I just want it noted that even a short visit to the airport will prove that people are only one slight inconvenience away from fucking exploding.
Yes, we had to change planes.
Yes, it'll be another hour before we take off
You're still on a plane on friday morning heading las fucking vegas, all of which amounts to the fact that you either have a job with some perks, enough leisure time and money to take a trip to the middle of the desert to a city built around the idea of luxury... Or some combination of all those things.
One little bump in the smooth road to laying at the pool having models feed you grapes should not move 200 people to shouting, throwing things and then a total abandon of the rules of a civilized society.
Apparently everyone decided that since they were kicked off their first plane they were no longer bound by the rules that usually govern an airport and they could terrorize the entire G concourse, accosting and shouting at everyone and then rush the next plane regardless of what they were told. I'm surprised nobody started throwing feces.
Now we're on the new plane, which hasn't been stocked yet, and the outrage over the fact that people that have already been SO slighted cannot demand cocktails and get them at the snap of the fingers (it's 8am for fuck sake!) Would make you think they were told they can no longer vote or own property.
Sadly, this is what we think we're entitled to.
We have gotten plump and dumb and nobody can tell us we don't have a right to be.
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