The art of flying is in itself a mystery in mind. I'm mildly educated on aviation; growing up near Dayton, Ohio, does that to a young impressionable schoolgirl. However, I'm dumbfounded as to how it flies, rather seamlessly, through the air. I know that I could type into Google "how do planes fly?" but I prefer to leave it as a mystery in my mind. With the beauty of flying comes some faults.
1. Screaming babies.
The thought of it just brings a smile to your face, doesn't it? Not. If you didn't bring your headphones, I wish you good luck and hope your flight isn't across any large oceans. I also hope that the screaming infant is not directly behind you projecting their magnificent vocal range directly into your ears.
2. People inflicted with the flu or a cold.
Just picture the sneeze of the person next to you projected into your shared airspace. There's no breeze in the plane that can move the sickly germs away from your oxygen intake.
3. Children behind you practicing their future position as a kicker in the NFL.
I didn't know this was actually a thing, but I have since been proven wrong. It's not only incredibly annoying, but it really tests your patience. I have to wonder if the parent of this happy-footed future athlete is oblivious to their child's actions or if they just approve this mannerism. My back and my sanity are not okay with either option.
4. Window seat struggles.
Having to reach across two strangers to get your very full drink or having to wake up both people and make them move so you can use the prestigious throne (toilet) on the plane.
5. The food.
It's just never as good as the pictures make it out to be. It's usually either extremely salty or so bland you have no idea what you're eating, from what I've experienced. You can't go wrong with some M&Ms, though, those are generally a safe bet.
6. The incorrect.
When that rando comes up to you when you're already buckled in and tells you that you're in their seat. You, however, are in the correct seat (yours) and must explain to them where their seat is and how to read the label of which seat is which next to the row number. Only accuse me of sitting in the wrong seat if you're actually right, please.
7. You're invisible, or so it seems.
The lady who rests her coat and bag on you as if you don't exist. It's fine, I'm fine, everything is fine.
8. Touch screen entertainment.
These are a blessing and a curse. They provide hours of entertainment at the cost of someone seated behind you tapping the screen located on the other side of your headrest. I seem to recall it warning users to tap lightly with their finger(s) because the screen is sensitive, however, some people think it's okay to press so hard that the seat itself moves even though your weight is pressing against it.
