Traveling is never fun, being on vacation is awesome, but getting there is never a party. Since I had the joy of airport hopping for the holiday's I noticed a few things that were especially, well, special. First, Chicago O'Hare is a debacle. Nothing is marked properly (i.e. terminals), I had a sweat mustache, and realized that Lee and I might not be so great on The Amazing Race. Second, if you are a parent, or just lucky enough to be traveling with a baby or toddler, please drug them sufficiently for those of us without kids. I know that after I'm blessed with a child, I'm sure instead of rage, I will experience empathy for the parents with the screaming baby. At the moment, it just pisses me off. Between SLC and Minneapolis, no joke, I had two screaming babies on either side of me. I was thinking "what the hell did I do recently to be stuck here?" Another awesome thing parents do with their lil ones is teach them how to walk in the middle of the airport. That's great. I know, your kid is really tiny and it can walk with you holding hands...now get out of my way! A couple times we were feverishly running to a gate only to be road-blocked by the baby assisted walk. Airports aren't all bad. I do love buying lots of magazines, candy, and bottles of overpriced water. I enjoy browsing the random no-name stores that sell cool sweatshirts that say "Minnesota" on them. I like watching the suped up go-carts whiz by and wonder if anyone has ever been seriously injured by one? Mainly, I like the fact I'm about ready to go somewhere, which never gets old.
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