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Throwback Thursday! Zombies and Carry on People Ate My Brain

I’m traveling for work this week so I thought I’d pull out one of my favorite posts from 2012 about flying.

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(April, 29, 2012) I would have written sooner but I had to travel for work and when I was getting on the plane to return I was stuck in the aisle behind a Carry On Person. What is a Carry On Person you ask? And why does Phil keep capitalizing?

We all carry bags on when we’re flying, and I’m fine with that. I always have a carry on. So what is the difference between us and the real Carry On People? The Carry On People are the people who live in fear of either having their luggage lost or of having to wait too long at the baggage carousel. As a result of their psychotic fear of either of these events instead of calling Dr. Phil,  they pack everything they’ll need for a two week vacation into their carry on luggage. To be perfectly honest, I’d rather fly on a plane full of zombies than these morons. Have you ever seen a Zombie with luggage? Me neither.

The Carry On People take so much time trying to get  their overstuffed “carry on” bag first down the aisle as they hit the elbows and heads of every passenger unfortunate passenger who was seated before them that the flight is inevitably delayed because these traveling hoarders have mucked up the boarding process so much. Then when they finally find their seats they instantly become a piece of human cholesterol blocking the artery that is the aisle as they first request help heaving their 80 pound carry on bag up to the overhead compartment and then as they pound and shove an try to hammer their Volkswagon sized bag into a space obviously designed for something much smaller, like possibly the persons head you think as you wait impatiently with the pressure of more and more passengers building up behind you until you fear that the pressure will cause you to become an Augustus Gloop like cork. And guess what? God forbid that you are seated further back in the plan than a Carry On person because you’ll have to relive the horror all over again when you try to get off the plane.

And what’s the deal with Zombies? About two years ago everything was vampires but now it’s Zombies. And frankly I don’t mind. Now if Zombies were allowed on flights they could at least eat their way through a Carry On Person freeing up the aisle for the rest of us. Zombie flight attendants, now there’s an idea. Oh wait, we already have them.

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Planes, Trains, and Automobiles

I made up the title myself. Pretty catchy huh? As you would expect I met the most interesting people during the travel portion of my trip. Mr. Pittsburgh deserved a feature article of his own, but here are a couple others who deserve honorable mention: I would like to give a little fashion advice to the young Asian gentleman with the laptop computer who sat across from me at JFK Airport. Dude, you seriously do not have the abs to walk around all day in public wearing a skin tight Under Armor shirt. That is not a good look for you. You don’t have 6-pack abs. You have 12 pack abs. The Under Armor people would tear that shirt off your flabby back and throw your money back at you if they knew how you looked walking around in their gear. There was absolutely no chance that you were going to be asked to join a football game while waiting at JFK. Do some sit-ups and get back to me. Secondly, what the hell was up with those “glasses”? He was wearing glasses with no arms. They had these clamp like things that just held them to the side of his head. It looked like the glasses were actually horns growing right out of his temples. Again, not a good look. Next I’d like to give the “Guy on The Airplane Who You See Coming Down the Aisle and You Pray He Won’t Sit Next To You” Award to the fat armed, asthmatic who got on the plane last with a stand-by ticket and took the only free seat on the plane. That’s right, it was next to me. He comes huffing and wheezing down the aisle like Hurley in Lost and squeezes into the window seat next to me clutching his bag of medications. Then he fell asleep within seconds. I’m not so sure it was sleep as it may have been a light coma. He was briefly roused by the airline waiter who offered him a soda. Then he went back to snoring, loudly, until the waiter came back with his soda. Them Mr. Asthmatic immediately lapsed back into his coma clutching his open bottle of pop. I was able to drown out his snoring because I had the headphones to go with the tv that every seat on the plane had (thank you Jet Blue). The only problem was that as Mr. Astmatic got deeper into his coma his body relaxed, (I don’t know if his bowels let go, but it’s possible) and his big meat slab of an arm gradually oozed over onto my armrest and concealed the controls to my little television.