Although I do travel, I'm not an business traveler like many people out there who hop on planes as often as hopping into a car. I was checking out a popular airline's website last night to see what is the maximum size carry on allowed. I wanted the dimensions so I can purchase a proper carry on for weekend trips. After seeing first hand how a very well traveled person does it, she has inspired me to try and do the same. But that's a story for another time.

<irrelevant sidenote: it's so hot here, sweat is trapped at my bra seams. how utterly uncomfortable>

<irreleant sidenote #2: listening to vson's afterlife cd. it makes me feel like driving and never stopping>

So I come across the lovely graphic of the shameless bin hog:

Ah yes, bin hogs....we all know them, we all hate them. There hasn't been a flight that I've been on that doesn't have a couple dozens of them. First of all, you know you're in for a bad flight when you see people bringing carryons the size of a small country on board. Sure, they might not bring live chickens or what not with them, but they seem to bring everything else short of a piano with them. Then as you board, you know they are going to be stuck in the aisle trying to shove that massive AND heavy thing overhead while you're patiently waiting to get by to your seat. And they NEVER let you go by first, they will cram that baby in there for 5 minutes if they have to, but YOU are NOT getting past them before that. That's usually the time when I push and shove my way past them regardless of what they are doing.

I always sit on the aisles, it makes it easier to go relieve oneself, in the lavatory, mind you. But sitting on the aisles surely has its cons when you're sitting right below an overhead storage filled with bin hog's....litter. I've had my share of crap fall onto my arm, my lap (luckily I don't have a penis) and my leg. And how about when the use your armrest or the back of your chair as support to get whatever they need from their trunk?

I think before some genius invented the rolling upright suitcase, things were probably better, but with the advent of this modern day convenience, people are just getting away with murder on planes. Not only can people barely tow them, they can't even lift them overhead to put into the bins. Oh yes, the very bins sitting right above my head for God's sakes! Should any turbulence shake open the storage bins, I'm a dead woman. Imagine some of those ballistic hard cases falling onto your skull.

When you finally arrive at the destination point, why are people in such a rush to get off the damn plane when they are seated in the back? I always sit and wait until it's my turn. I know I ain't going anywhere until the line moves. But it seems like everyone around me always ALWAYS have to scurry like squirrels looking for their missing nuts.

On my flight back to LA from Hawaii I was holding my shoulder bag and a lady remarked:

"wow you travel light."

"you should see my suitcase," I replied.

And that's how it should be.

I'm out.