Yes, I was that annoying person on the peak hour train with a suitcase today - mind you, I haven't caught a train before 8 ayem in a long time, and on the 7.15 this morning, the main issue was all these freaking schoolkids - compared to which, I was just a minor irritant. I hope.
Generation Z is in for a nutty time - I can't imagine living through a mobile phone almost 24/7, and the girl behind me couldn't get off it on the train trip - and the most boring subjects! It's all very well to communicate more, but is the mindless conversation worth having? They probably think everything the talk about is life changing, but the lie that adults tell us as teens, that they are the best years, most important of your life - school is not important in the big scheme of things. And yes, I was in the freaks/geeks category.
And the second time in three days that I have made myself sound old, after the 'I'm too young to remember Monty Python' on Friday.
Anyways...
There was a suspicious looking guy in the check in queue this morning - he kept kicking his bag forward until it was right at the top of the queue - just so, placed perfectly. Just a duffel bag, white guy, scruffy beard. Just the precision with which he placed the bag was a bit jarring - and for me, who likes to affect a been there done that attitude to air travel, that's saying something.
Just boarded the plane a couple minutes ago, and 9/11 must have flashed through my head. We are on a 737, which certainly looks like it has as much punch as the 767s hijacked on that day - to my embarrassment I made a mental note there were no Ay-rabs or obvious Middle Easterners - embarrassing for my lefty Guardian reading credentials, no racial profiling here - ha, I wish. And the film United 93 is bouncing around my head, the somewhat fake pleasantries and politeness of the passengers, the feeling of helplessness and hopelessness once the plane had left the tarmac.
I just wish at times like this that I cared about Paris Hilton, Justin Timberlake and the rest of those trashy magazine stories - ah well, Economist, here I come LOL.
Generation Z is in for a nutty time - I can't imagine living through a mobile phone almost 24/7, and the girl behind me couldn't get off it on the train trip - and the most boring subjects! It's all very well to communicate more, but is the mindless conversation worth having? They probably think everything the talk about is life changing, but the lie that adults tell us as teens, that they are the best years, most important of your life - school is not important in the big scheme of things. And yes, I was in the freaks/geeks category.
And the second time in three days that I have made myself sound old, after the 'I'm too young to remember Monty Python' on Friday.
Anyways...
There was a suspicious looking guy in the check in queue this morning - he kept kicking his bag forward until it was right at the top of the queue - just so, placed perfectly. Just a duffel bag, white guy, scruffy beard. Just the precision with which he placed the bag was a bit jarring - and for me, who likes to affect a been there done that attitude to air travel, that's saying something.
Just boarded the plane a couple minutes ago, and 9/11 must have flashed through my head. We are on a 737, which certainly looks like it has as much punch as the 767s hijacked on that day - to my embarrassment I made a mental note there were no Ay-rabs or obvious Middle Easterners - embarrassing for my lefty Guardian reading credentials, no racial profiling here - ha, I wish. And the film United 93 is bouncing around my head, the somewhat fake pleasantries and politeness of the passengers, the feeling of helplessness and hopelessness once the plane had left the tarmac.
I just wish at times like this that I cared about Paris Hilton, Justin Timberlake and the rest of those trashy magazine stories - ah well, Economist, here I come LOL.
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