Dear Security Line Bandit,
Stop. Taking. My. Bins. As soon as I put my coat and shoes back on, put my laptop in my bag and return my liquids to my suitcase, I will hunt you down.
Cranky at the X-Ray Machine
Guess what? All of us are on a delayed flight. All of us are tired and cranky. All of us want to get out of this airport. But do you see anybody else cursing and complaining and whining and moaning? Huh, me neither. So please shut up and stop looking at everyone else in line like you’re shocked that we’re not agreeing with you and declaring you our leader.
I really like you. You’re cheap. You make traveling just a bit simpler. But I think we may have to take a break. See other people. Because you seriously got on my nerves recently. First, delayed flight. Okay, I get it, it happens. Then you changed our gate. Three times. Okay, that’s just annoying. And then when we’re boarding you’re all “we’re already late, hurry hurry.” Um, it wasn’t our fault we’re late. So lay off! Geez.
Taking My Time
Dear Lady in 18C,
Girl in 17C