Flying with Entitled People|| Time Spent In Series

So we all know about my aversion to flying with babies (here, if you do not) and to kids in general (here, if that is also news to you).

BUT, you know who’s worse to travel with in a flight after babies?


But no, not all men. There is a special category of men who are actual pain to travel with and they are men who have travelled soo many times on flights that they feel entitled to act a certain way inside the aircraft.

Now of course, women do this too probably. I am just speaking for myself here and I have had this problem  I only with men. Basically, please be kind and don’t get butthurt, guys. πŸ’–

1. Bathroom Entitlement

First things first, is it me or do men pee too many times?! Like, dude/uncle we just sat down. You don’t have to pee as soon as the  captain switches off the seat belt sign, do you? I mean, this doesn’t affect me per se except that I have to get up every time your bladder decides it needs attention, but that’s okay. I don’t mind it. You must probably get it checked though :/

2. Seat Belt Entitlement

And talking about seat belt signs, why is it that most uncles (usually them) MUST remove their seat belts the second the caution light goes off?! I mean, it’s not horribly uncomfortable or anything. Or is it the pot belly? I would never know, I guess.

3. Seat Back Entitlement

Also, why must you be a jerk and ALWAYS push you seat back soo much that poor old me sitting in the back end up having to do origami twists to save my leg from crushing​? I know my legs are short and all, but still maan. If I’d known you were going to take all my leg space I’d have bought a half ticket just for my torso to fit and then curl up in the seat πŸ˜’

4. Arm Rest Entitlement

Why the hell are men on my sides taking up the ENTIRE seat handle?! I need a bit of space on it to keep my arm too you know. I mean as I origami myself into the seat my arms need to be kept on the sides or my muscles start spasming and it hurts and stuff (damn, I am oldπŸ˜“)

5. The Leg Entitlement.

Good thing I don’t get space to keep my leg down because if I did, where will the uncles on my sides keep their legs?! I mean they have to man spread (obviously!) and my legs shouldn’t get in the way, right?

Same goes for the guy in the back who decides to keep his leg under my seat. It’s not your fault you’re soo tall, but why don’t you try not moving then around soo much so we share that space so you and I can both be comfortable? But no worries. Thanks to uncle in the front lounging away, my legs are numb from all the crushing.

All this being said though, the minute I voice my concern men are usually extremely adapting and they keep their legs/arms/seat back in check. So maybe they just don’t realise other people getting crushed or have issues controlling their bladder.  

I don’t ever say anything though, because I do not like confrontation and I’d preferably get crushed for 5 hours than actually look at a human being in the eye and say that they need to sit properly.

So men, guys, please. Just look around sometimes and try to keep your bladder and your limps in your own personal space.  πŸ™‚ 


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Kids and Flights.

I fly quite a lot every year because the minute I get a week off of college I run back home. And during these travels, I have noticed something that keeps happening to me. Always, during every flight – the kids. Not the cute kind who sit on their mother’s lap and sleep, but the ones who scream throughout the journey and will pull your hair to entertain themselves.

Now, the thing is, flights are already not a very pleasant space to be in. I mean, we are thousands of feet above land, in a pressurised metal tube, strapped to a seat and given no parachutes in case something goes wrong. I usually love flight journeys because they take me somewhere. Also, the cabin crew are always sweet and they pamper me with food. Which I have to pay for later, but whatever.

Anyway, for the past few months I have noticed that every time I fly, I end up getting seats next to toddlers. I don’t mind them being there. Trust me, I don’t. However, what makes me want to kinda sorta scream at the top of my voice out of frustration is when they start crying for no apparent reason. I get it if there is turbulence and the child is scared. I get it if the crying starts because the kid’s ears hurt from the pressure. I get it if the screaming is a result of hunger. However, I do not understand the logic of anybody crying when the flight is on the ground, stationary. I do not get the crying when your own mother is rocking you back and forth in her arms, offering you food and toys. I do not get babies.

This last time I specifically asked for the window seat in the last row of the flight because I knew that they rarely gave the last row to mothers with infants. I had a severe headache and was getting into the flight after a 5 hour layover at a very crowded airport. My only wish was to sleep. Forget sleep, maybe just close my eyes and enjoy silence for a bit. Everything was perfect in the beginning. There was a gentleman in the aisle seat and the air hostess announced that boarding was complete. An elated me put my leg up on the middle seat and prepared for what I believed would be a beautiful journey. And then, in came a family with a crying toddler. And they sat right in front of me. “Fine, it’s okay”, I thought. I had my empty middle seat to be happy about.

And then, the air hostess, in an attempt to be sweet to the mother asked her if she and the child wanted to move to the row behind because then the “toddler can have his own seat” (I don’t know what a “own seat” will do to make a crying child go quiet). My luck is so very amazing thatΒ I ended up in a journey next to a crying toddler who was throwing his toys all over the place. The stuffed giraffe looked as sad as I did.

This isn’t the first time and I know for sure that this isn’t going to be the last time I whine about crying babies in flights. I know it isn’t the parent’s fault that the child keeps crying in flights but we – the rest of the passengers- have no one else to put the blame on. But to those parents who stare at the other direction when your toddler cries and ruins everyone’s journey, you guys are the worst.

So there goes my short rant. Kids are nice sometimes but I would prefer staying away from them in flights. Are you someone who can handle kids in flights? As in, entertain them if they are next to you? Let me know in the comments. Maybe I can take lessons from you. Also like the post, share it and follow me if you think I am not a horrible human being for complaining about babies.

Love πŸ™‚

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