I’m
writing this while 35,000 feet up in the air.
One of the things I enjoy most about traveling is getting to observe all
kinds of folks, doing their thing, seemingly oblivious to the fact that I’m
taking it all in. In my experience, I’ve
found that those who travel mirror many of the same odd behaviors they do in
their everyday lives, yet somehow, the very act of traveling seems to amplify
whatever characteristics they may have.
For
example, there are the sloths. They’re
the individuals who feel no need to hurry along, despite the fact that
travel-related circumstances dictate they should. Case in point, those boarding an airplane who
take their ever sweet loving time walking down the aisle, using it as if it’s
their very own stage to be highlighted upon as they s-l-o-w-l-y make their way
to their seats only to stall out a few rows before or after, trying to figure a
way to stuff their over-sized carry-on bag into the overhead bin. Everyone knows there’s no way it’s gonna
fit. But try they do till finally a
flight attendant has to come along and tell them the bag will have to be
checked.
Then
there are the individuals who sit several rows ahead of you on a plane, train
or bus, earphones blocking out the real world, as they bob their head in time
to the beat of the music that drones into their eager ears. From behind, it’s amusing to watch these
living bobble heads. Every time I come across
one, I wonder how they manage to bobble away for hours at a time, their necks
never seeming to get weary of the constant motion.
These are just a couple of types of individuals
I’ve come across thus far this trip. No
doubt, there will be more—there always
are. LOL.
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