Originally Posted by ysolde

+1 I sit on the plane, quietly waiting for my wheelchair to arrive on the jetway, as other, all too often boorish, passengers deplane. I watch this scene of chaos and occasional entitled ridiculousness ("My nuts were not warm enough." Try a blanket. "My AVOD kept blinking out every other hour." "I want some more water. NOW!" All righty, then. Thank you for flying Toddlers R Us. Please don't come again.) The only time I get annoyed is when I get hit on the head by passengers' overstuffed carry-ons, which they seem to think they don't need to worry about, since they are hanging off their elbows or shoulders. Boink. "Ouch. That was my head." Ignore the lady sitting in the first row of the plane. If she is still sitting, she must not exist.