Why I Hate Traveling

This week I'm in LA on business. Looking after the public trust as it were. But frankly I'm over the whole traveling thing. When I was younger, I looked forward to traveling on business. Going to new places, eating out, getting out of the office. It was all great. Now it's just a drag. Flying is a big part of it. Flying these days just sucks the life right out of you. It begins with having to get to the airport ridiculously early to check in. Check in usually involves long lines, the first of many you'll encounter. The next line is getting through security. The endless back and forth to get to the front of the line. It's like waiting for a ride at Disney World without the fun ride at the end of it. Not to mention having to strip down and emptying pockets and trying to sneak that bottle of eye drops through. Next up is the airplane. I flew out on a Boeing 757. Also known as the cattle car. It's not a wide body and features 6 across seating. Maybe its just me, but the seats seem to be getting narrower. Nothing like spending 6 hours on a plane stuffed next to two other guys with no leg room and no elbow room. Every time I fly these days, it seems that the plane is full. I mean really full. Like no empty seats full. An lo they had the heat on for sure. That was one hot airplane. Of course everyone tries to bring as many bags on board as they think they can get away with. The fact that airlines are charging to check bags does nothing to cut down on this practice. It seriously delays both the loading and unloading of the aircraft. Idiots all. I can hardly wait for the flight home. I just hope they have good snacks at my meeting tomorrow.