Airports
Gate crowding, aisle standing, and elite boarding delusion.
Zone 8 boarding, front and center for no reason.
This fucking guy is blocking the gate before his zone is even close.
He creates an unnecessary human wall around the boarding lane, then stares at the screen every 14 seconds like the plane might leave just for him.
He will now lean crookedly under an overhead bin for 11 minutes.
This fucking guy stands up the second the plane lands like that changes the queue.
Wheels touch the runway and he launches upright like he has been medically cleared to save the aircraft, even though row 31 is not getting off any faster.
He paid for a coach seat and decided your kneecaps were included.
This fucking guy reclines instantly and steals six inches of your will to live.
The tray tables are barely up and he sends his seat backwards like he is trying to prove comfort is a zero-sum game.
Now everyone at B12 gets to hear his custody schedule.
This fucking guy is on speakerphone in the terminal for the entire gate area.
Headphones exist, but he prefers to hold his phone flat like a slice of pizza and broadcast personal drama to strangers buying trail mix.
Airports pages work best when the offending move is obvious in one sentence and specific enough that a stranger can picture the whole scene immediately.