I hate flying. I’m afraid of it. Being that high off the ground, and having zero control over my mode of transportation terrifies the hell out of me. I have, however, become much better at controlling my panic. It usually just creeps out during turbulence. I’ve had the super fun experience of intimately gripping the thigh of the man next to me in terror. Turns out he wasn’t my husband. Oops. Lucky for me he wasn’t the biggest fan of flying either, so he understood my irrational fear, and didn’t make me feel guilty. Or he was mentally screaming "GET THIS FREAK WOMAN AWAY FROM ME!" It was hard to tell.

So even with my immense fear of flying, I find that I am reasonably relaxed when it comes to delays at the airport. And it completely floors me that some people get SO uptight about it. Does your constant sighing or angry glares at the poor ticket counter associates make you feel better? Do you really think getting all agitated and shifty will make the rain stop, so the plane can take off? I don’t get it.

I watched a very angry man scream and yell at the guy behind the baggage claim counter for at least 20 minutes. Now, here’s the thing. The guy behind the counter was not responsible for loading the bag in the origination city, he was not responsible for moving the bag in the layover city, and he was not responsible for putting the bag on the appropriate carousel in the destination city. How is it ok to scream at him? In fact, wouldn’t it be better to speak to him nicely, and make him want to help out? Would that I ever had his job, your claim would be filed in the large trash bin marked "ASSHATS" in lovely block letters.