Hahaha...I've found that using a lot of profanity tends to make parents hate you and take their kids far away from you. That may be difficult to do on an airplane, but it's possible to have your seat moved. I think if I was in a situation like you described above (I know it's only loosely based on reality) I would have called a flight attendant and said something like, "Excuse me, but I can't sit next to these noisy brats. If you could please have one of their worthless parents sit next to them instead of me, so they could get some actual supervision it would be appreciated by the rest of the passengers on this plane."
Of course, then the flight attendant would probably think I'm a jerk, refuse my request, spit in my drink, and everyone around me would think I'm a weirdo because I get annoyed by bratty kids.
I don't know when it became ok for kids to yell and act up on planes. I can understand infants crying, they don't know any better. However, anyone old enough to even say, "mommy" should be quiet on a plane. When I grew up, I sat quietly on a plane either playing one of my Tiger LCD video games, or listening to my walkman.
The noise isn't just kids either. You get these sales guys in business suits that fly every day who know each other. They yell loudly and laugh like they're vikings or something. There's also "the team" which is usually a high school football team, or some similar group of people on a field trip or another sport. They act like they're riding on a schoolbus driven by a dropout that doesn't care to keep them in control.
My other big complaint is the fatass. All too often I end up sitting beside someone that weights 400 pounds, and has flab going over the side of the armrest and pressing against my side while sweating and smelling horribly. To these folks, I simply lock my arms in a shape like so that my elbows stab deeply into their gut. They know I am doing it on purpose to hurt them, but they don't say anything because they realize they are a failure of a human being for being so fat, and they are too ashamed to realize they are being rude by not buying the two seats that they needed.
Sorry if I said too much here but I hate flying around people as well. The only times in recent history that I felt people were civil and acting normal while flying was when I was out of the U.S.
Also, they say a picture is worth 1000 words. I don't think I got that far with my words but your drawings inspired a little bit of a rant from me.
The reality wasn't really that different from what I conveyed in the first one, actually, except that the kids were all across the aisle from me (and never talked to me or shat their pants), and their parents were sitting in the row in front of them and pointedly ignoring them. Whee. (The fight over the gameboy which culminated in the lap-borne ice cube did take place.)
The second one was pure fabrication, when I realized that at any time, some kid could come up to me and look at the comic I was drawing which had a "dirty" word in it. Mostly I just got people staring at me with a disgusted look of "Oh god, I hope she's not drawing me... Why's she laughing?!" on their faces.
Heh, after flying my little airplane around, it's sheer murder to have to fly commercial. We flew back to PA earlier this year, and I hated sitting in back. It so sucked.
Having been both a software engineer with incompetent managers, and a computer lab tech who has been "encouraged" to spend 45 minutes on a pointless call to technical support rather than waste a whole 15 minutes trying to solve problems, I think I know how you feel.
Those kids who fought over the Game Boy and kicked your seat are pretty bratty, but here's a link to a website about someone who was on a plane and had to deal with someone even brattier
http://www.livejournal.com/community/childfree/2984848.html
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Hahaha...I've found that using a lot of profanity tends to make parents hate you and take their kids far away from you. That may be difficult to do on an airplane, but it's possible to have your seat moved. I think if I was in a situation like you described above (I know it's only loosely based on reality) I would have called a flight attendant and said something like, "Excuse me, but I can't sit next to these noisy brats. If you could please have one of their worthless parents sit next to them instead of me, so they could get some actual supervision it would be appreciated by the rest of the passengers on this plane."
Of course, then the flight attendant would probably think I'm a jerk, refuse my request, spit in my drink, and everyone around me would think I'm a weirdo because I get annoyed by bratty kids.
I don't know when it became ok for kids to yell and act up on planes. I can understand infants crying, they don't know any better. However, anyone old enough to even say, "mommy" should be quiet on a plane. When I grew up, I sat quietly on a plane either playing one of my Tiger LCD video games, or listening to my walkman.
The noise isn't just kids either. You get these sales guys in business suits that fly every day who know each other. They yell loudly and laugh like they're vikings or something. There's also "the team" which is usually a high school football team, or some similar group of people on a field trip or another sport. They act like they're riding on a schoolbus driven by a dropout that doesn't care to keep them in control.
My other big complaint is the fatass. All too often I end up sitting beside someone that weights 400 pounds, and has flab going over the side of the armrest and pressing against my side while sweating and smelling horribly. To these folks, I simply lock my arms in a shape like so that my elbows stab deeply into their gut. They know I am doing it on purpose to hurt them, but they don't say anything because they realize they are a failure of a human being for being so fat, and they are too ashamed to realize they are being rude by not buying the two seats that they needed.
Sorry if I said too much here but I hate flying around people as well. The only times in recent history that I felt people were civil and acting normal while flying was when I was out of the U.S.
Also, they say a picture is worth 1000 words. I don't think I got that far with my words but your drawings inspired a little bit of a rant from me.
The reality wasn't really that different from what I conveyed in the first one, actually, except that the kids were all across the aisle from me (and never talked to me or shat their pants), and their parents were sitting in the row in front of them and pointedly ignoring them. Whee. (The fight over the gameboy which culminated in the lap-borne ice cube did take place.)
The second one was pure fabrication, when I realized that at any time, some kid could come up to me and look at the comic I was drawing which had a "dirty" word in it. Mostly I just got people staring at me with a disgusted look of "Oh god, I hope she's not drawing me... Why's she laughing?!" on their faces.
Heh, after flying my little airplane around, it's sheer murder to have to fly commercial. We flew back to PA earlier this year, and I hated sitting in back. It so sucked.
Having been both a software engineer with incompetent managers, and a computer lab tech who has been "encouraged" to spend 45 minutes on a pointless call to technical support rather than waste a whole 15 minutes trying to solve problems, I think I know how you feel.
Allways sit in the back of the plane - plane's don't back into mountains...
http://www.livejournal.com/community/childfree/2984848.html
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