We got back from New Hampshire last night around 10 PM. Our flight from Baltimore was delayed about two hours by a late incoming connecting flight, mechanical issues (ignitor in left engine wouldn’t start), and weather (thunderstorms in Raleigh). Still, Kelly and I were just happy to be getting home.
As I waited to fetch our bags from the baggage claim area, another passenger behind me was picking up his bags. He was in his late 50s, grey hair, and had a Bluetooth headset stuck in his ear. As he hurriedly grabbed his bags he was cursing up a blue streak. I never will understand how some people have so much anger that they’ll fly off the handle over something that is completely out of their control.
In spite of Mr. Self-Absorbed Jerk, I’m still in awe of the miracle of aviation. It never ceases to amaze me how I can walk on a plane in one city, fly at great speed over all obstacles, and arrive safely in another city. In spite of my love of rail travel, nothing yet invented can take the place of the airplane.