The security line – the TSA doesn’t actually bother me at all. Frankly if they are keeping me safe, I’m all for whatever you need to do and since I require special screening it always moves faster after you get past the people who get to the front of the security line who don’t realize they have to take their laptop and toiletries out and their shoes and belt off. All of which means that the security lines snakes along.
The confused look on people’s faces as they try to find their seats. Um… the seats are in numeric order…
Passengers who continue to talk on their cellphone immediately after the flight attendants ask passengers to turn them off or insist on updating their Facebook Page.
What didn’t you understand all the checkpoints before you got to the gate that there are size requirements for carry-on and 1 carry on didn’t mean for everybody else but you!
If you’ve flown recently you can probably rattle off half a dozen more.
There are two days in every week about which we should not worry, two days which should be kept free from fear and apprehension.
One of these days is Yesterday with its mistakes and cares, its faults and blunders, its aches and pains. Yesterday has passed forever beyond our control.
All the money in the world cannot bring back Yesterday. We cannot undo a single act we performed; we cannot erase a single word said. Yesterday is gone.
The other day we should not worry about is Tomorrow with its possible adversities, its burdens, its large promise and poor performance. Tomorrow is also beyond our immediate control.
Tomorrow’s sun will rise, either in splendor or behind a mask of clouds – but it will rise. Until it does, we have no stake in Tomorrow, for it is yet unborn.
This leaves only one day – Today. Any man can fight the battles of just one day; it is only when you or I add the burdens of those two awful eternities – Yesterday – and Tomorrow – that we break down.
It is not the experience of Today that drives men mad – it is the remorse or bitterness for something which happened Yesterday and the dread of what Tomorrow may bring.
Sitting in the Charlotte Airport waiting for a connecting flight the other afternoon was a couple from New Jersey. Other then complaining about the price of a bag of M&Ms he asked his wife why the women’s restroom line is always longer than the men’s. How did he make it this far in life without knowing the answer to that?
My thought was please don’t vote!