Flight from hell
Now boarding, flight 881 to hell.
Two screaming kids directly in front of us. Parents are oblivious.
The Dad gets up to retrieve a bag from overhead and drops the entire bag on me and my tray table, sending my and Travel Boy's drinks flying. Sticky soda all over me and my shoes are sticky as hell.
About 10 rows back, a family with 3 young kids are out of control. Parents are sitting in their seats while their 2 youngest kids crawl up and down the aisle, grabbing at everything and everyone.
I get up to go to the bathroom and have to step over the kids lying in the aisle. I see the Dad and ask if these are his kids. He says yes and I say "you may want to go get them". He is an idiot.
The Dufus family in front of us has a small child who is standing on her seat, looking back and staring at us. She is chewing on something (not sure) and is drooling. If any drool gets on Travel Gal, there will be a scene.
After a scream-and-cry-filled landing, we grab our bags and literally run to Immigration. Who is next to us? The "Screamer and Misbehaved" family. Even the Immigration officials are staring at them and giving them bad looks.
I tell Travel Gal and Boy that if they are staying at our hotel, we are leaving.
We proudly remind Travel Boy that he is currently now, and has always been, a great little traveler. We are very proud of him.
Two screaming kids directly in front of us. Parents are oblivious.
The Dad gets up to retrieve a bag from overhead and drops the entire bag on me and my tray table, sending my and Travel Boy's drinks flying. Sticky soda all over me and my shoes are sticky as hell.
About 10 rows back, a family with 3 young kids are out of control. Parents are sitting in their seats while their 2 youngest kids crawl up and down the aisle, grabbing at everything and everyone.
I get up to go to the bathroom and have to step over the kids lying in the aisle. I see the Dad and ask if these are his kids. He says yes and I say "you may want to go get them". He is an idiot.
The Dufus family in front of us has a small child who is standing on her seat, looking back and staring at us. She is chewing on something (not sure) and is drooling. If any drool gets on Travel Gal, there will be a scene.
After a scream-and-cry-filled landing, we grab our bags and literally run to Immigration. Who is next to us? The "Screamer and Misbehaved" family. Even the Immigration officials are staring at them and giving them bad looks.
I tell Travel Gal and Boy that if they are staying at our hotel, we are leaving.
We proudly remind Travel Boy that he is currently now, and has always been, a great little traveler. We are very proud of him.
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