Is it just me....

or are airports simply ghastly places?

Some of you are saying..."Oh no, I love airports. I love travel. I love crowds. I love waiting in long lines, with cameras watching and TSA personnel who look like they've been doing this job for 50 years (no offence). I love to fill up 2 plastic bins with all my belongings...placing pointless items in a plastic bag so they don't "explode"...removing my shoes, belt, and jacket so I can walk through a metal detector and then put my clothes back on in front of everyone on the other side. I love having to open my carry-on to let the security guy rifle through it just because...I love that."

And one more thing. Why do the maintenance people get to literally just "flash" their badges and walk on through? Does that make any sense at all? How do we know they're not evil?

O.K. This random, sarcastic post is all to say that Chris and I did have a nice trip to visit his family in Arizona for his sisters birthday.

Here's a little airplane/airport humor from my favorite comedian, Brian Regan