I hate kids
Someone should institute kid-free seating areas on planes.
I’m in San Fran right how, and it’s only 11:17am. If it were NYtime, I’d have no qualms I ordering the booze I need to cope with them.
I sat next to a mother and her one year old, who NEVER STOPPED QUESTIONING THINGS OR SINGING. Sometimes he’d even sing the question.
He yacked a few times, and his vomit bag was passed back and forth, over my head, to his father and two other equally endearing siblings in the row next to me.
Dad is also a yacker.
Back on the plane to LA now. If those children sit anywhere near me again, I will seriously lose it.
…As said child just hit me as he was walking past me in the aisle.
Waiting for my luggage to be lost, or that kid to be inside of it.
