I have a couple of travelling stories: The first is a hellish bus ride culminated by the woman sitting next to me trying to get her fat ass off the bus real quick. She says, ”Miss, are you going to MOVE ?” really loudly so that everyone on the bus can hear. I answer back:
”I’m waiting for HIM!” …should I push him down the stairs so you can get out?… Next is some drunk man bothering me for money while I’m making a phone call: ”Can’t you see I’M BUSY???” Here’s your fucking dollar… My ex-boss selling his business to my present boss, as I had left for vacation–never once offering me the possibility to take over. I have refused to take his Christmas gifts. On top of that, he has the nerve to think I’m available at his beck and call; ”Where were you ? Why weren’t you around for Christmas? Uhhhhhh . I don’t want an effin’ thing from him.

I was in the Atlanta airport the day before New Years Eve at 7:30 am, , only to discover that many planes headed out west were delayed because of the weather. I had my four children plus our exchange student and I was with another Mom with three children. ALL of the benches and seats and spaces in the airport were taken up by folks (young ones, of course) who had not been able to catch a plane out. There were as many as thirty or so people sleeping on seats and of course on the floor on top of jackets. I have NEVER, in my life smelled such stink……….and I’m not trying to be vulgar here but I tried to sit my children on the floor and feed them some breakfast, because we had an hour to wait before Dad’s came home, and we had thrown sleeping children in the cars before the sun came up and they had had nothing to eat. The stink was unbearable for me, I thought I was going to throw up. We had "Mountain Man" on the floor next to us, he was headed to Colorado………He asked if we could watch his bags while he got up to go to the bathroom.
"Moutain Man" looked a little disheveled but it was nothing compared to "Mountain Girl" who, I’m sorry to say just stank, (is stank a word?, it looks funny) I discovered Women stink more than men when they have gone without a shower, I suppose it is just the design of the anatomy. The whole airport was like a subway stop in the Bronx on a hot July day……………..Not that it is anyones fault, but I don’t know, some baby wipes or a little paper towel and water in the bathroom stall could have gone a long way in stink prevention. Neither "Mountain Man" nor "Mountain Girl" were "hippies" by the way, they looked like regular folks………..they just smelled bad, along with about thirty other people.

I see your point, and if he, or his mother, had looked out of shape I would´ve agreed. Naturally. But from where I was standing he was just a guy who was fed up waiting in line and wanted to get back home to his christmas cartoons.

Oh oh oh! Back in the exciting days of retail, I had to call the "call center" and reactivate this lady’s store credit card account. This required communicating with both her and the call center representative on the phone, at the same time.

The lady is already bitchy because her account has been closed due to inactivity, so once I get the representative on the phone, naturally the lady thinks that the best way to handle the situation is to MAKE AN OUTGOING CELL PHONE CALL to someone else while I am trying to help her. The representative is asking me all these questions to ask the lady, and the lady acts like I’m annoying her by interrupting HER phone call (i.e. "I’m trying to talk and this GIRL keeps asking me all these QUESTIONS").

I wrap up my talk with the representative but due to shitty communication from the lady, some blanks are left unfilled and I inform the her that she will need to contact the "call center" herself and give them the rest of the information to complete the deal.

She throws a huge fit and demands to speak to the manager, who kills her with kindness and reiterates that yes, she will personally need to contact the company to complete the reactivation.

She says "well it SHOULD HAVE been done right the FIRST TIME" and storms off muttering "dumb bitch" under her breath.

Yeah. I can’t wait til she gets a giant brain tumor from her cell phone.

This isn’t a particularly exciting story but god do I hate cell phones.