There was a story a week or so ago about a woman and child being thrown off the plane because the kid pitched a royal fit right before takeoff. The kid was autistic and somehow that was supposed to make us have sympathy to the mother's plight. Of course the flight attendants were blamed for everything, being that they were uncaring and unsympathetic to the mother's plight. There were lots and lots of comments relating to the story. There were 2 camps with about equal numbers of comments for each. One group vehemently supported the mother, saying the airline should be more caring. The other camp was made up of travelers who said that screaming babies, no matter what the reason, should not be allowed on airplanes. What was amusing was that both sides called each other selfish. Travelers without children should be considerate since we all have a RIGHT to fly. Travelers without children have a RIGHT to a quiet, enjoyable flight.
Of course I am a cruel heartless bastard. I think children should be given a large tranquilizer before any flight. Parents who fly with children should be beaten with sticks. Of course I grew up in a different era, but my parents didn't take any trips with me when I was a baby. Any vacation was somewhere close to home and drivable. I don't understand why parents today feel that they MUST transport their spawn across the country. The only argument that held water was to transport a child to a medical facility for treatment.
I don't know how many times I have seen parents transporting loads and loads of crap to support the transportation of their rugrats. Even today I was amazed at a woman who blocked an entire security line trying to get all of the diaper bags, carry-ons, and stroller onto the belt. I think she finally felt my mental knives stabbing her in the back because she allowed me to get ahead of her. I think she was still trying to get all of the crap screened well after I had put on my shoes. If I had to go through that hassle every time I traveled, there is no way Junior would be allowed on a plane until he was 10.
OK. There's my little rant for today. I know I have made it before. It's just such low-hanging fruit to bitch about when you're sitting in an airport.