London bound 5/21

I have never flown internationally before.

I mean, the only time I've been out of the country was on a cruise to mexico, but I could have just driven across a border where we went. I figured the airport process would be different than a regular ID, ticket, baggage check scenario. Replace the Id for the passport and it was relatively smooth sailing. The international side of the airport was significantly different at lax than I imagined. After a couple wrong turns, I made it to the gate and huddled next to the samsung charging port to get the last bit of juice into my e-reader and iPhone.

I feel like I could write a book about the airport.

It's always filled with the most interesting people and circumstances that you can't seem to escape from the get-go at the terminal. There's always room to eavesdrop on wonderful conversation gems, get dragged Into ridiculous conversations an find relatively charming things to watch. There are, of course, insane annoyances that seem to blow the charming parts of being stuck in a metal bullet with your closest few hundred strangers right out of the water so that they are soon pushed out of memory like a good ear wax cleaning. Of course, I just got safely seated on the plane and already have a laundry list of annoyances so far:

1. Once huddled in my little corner, I realized that there were a significant amour of children running around who all seem to be from the same indian family. Normally I am pretty tolerant of children from any ethnicity but from the murderous screams of a child not wanting to leave her father in the states I knew I was in for trouble.

I pulled out my e-reader, completely content with spending the one hour delay indulging in a little Chelsea Handler reading, when all of the sudden the charging station, which was a little shelf that trusting chargers would leave their phones on to charge, begins to rattle in a very common drum beat. Rat-tat-tat. Tat-tat-tat-tattat. Over and over. I had taken off my glasses to read and instinctively looked over my shoulder an I couldn't see anything but a dark blob in a red shirt pounding on the shelf.

Annoyance number 1 already got to me so I grabbed my glasses, slip them on and peered back over my shoulder with a glare, only to find an adolescent indian boy who had no desire to stop drumming.

2. I love a friendly group of travelers as much as the next guy, but the group who decided to sit next to me while waiting for the flight definitely secured the spot of annoyance number 2. The ground of 4 pairs of couples in their fifties sat down quietly at first, but it wasn't until another group of couples sat in front of them that they began to groan in a comedic fashion an do the annoying one liners like," how'd they let you through security?" and "I hope you guys aren't sitting near me in the plane!" thoughthey were clearly friends.

Of course when boarding the plane I get annoyance 3. Everyone know the most annoying people inthe world are tv fanatics. And sadly to say I feel the most irritating fans are LOST fans because anyone else ho doesn't watch the show cares about who Hurley is and how they got off the island. As I stood in the line to get on the plane, who lands behind me but LOST'S number one fan and her best friend who didn't catch this weeks episode. I kid you not, every question was " tell me everything that happened. " and then, " well why?"