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Those Don’t Seem Like Such Friendly Skies Anymore

Do I even have to mention it?  *IT*?  The fact that United Airlines demanded a man ALREADY BOARDED AND SEATED get off the plane, and called the police to force him to leave with a few bits of blood thrown in along the way?  We already all know that story, right? And although most of the internet is firmly on the side of hating the airlines, there are some defending the airline’s actions as well.

I’ll get to that, but first, I think we should have a little fun playing a game I came up with called Flying United Airlines Bingo.

How many categories can YOU get? And what would be an appropriate prize?

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Putting the Barf in Barcelona

In 2012 we decided to do our first “giant” trip that involved planes, trains, and automobiles, multiple weeks, and multiple countries in Europe.  We started out in Brussels, headed to a fifth floor (EUROPEAN fifth floor, so really sixth floor. Don’t let them try to fool you) walk-up with narrow curlicue stairs in the Gambetta in Paris, then went off to Madrid, Barcelona, and back to Brussels before flying back to Zambia.

There are many things you can’t plan ahead for while traveling, no matter how dedicated, resourceful, and thorough you try to be.  Like, for instance, a rotovirus outbreak.

You can’t plan for a rotovirus outbreak, people.  YOU CAN’T PLAN FOR THIS.

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The Time I was THAT Mom

I’m not going to lie, I’m THAT mom more than I’m comfortable with.  I’m THAT mom whose kids melted down at the dinner table after a full day of sightseeing while other children sat beautifully and quietly in starched dress clothes and said things like, “Please, Mother, might I have a bit of cheese?”  At least, that’s what it seems like the other kids are doing when I’m THAT mom at the restaurant.

I’m also THAT mom when my son chooses to run-off to the bathroom without telling anyone while we are checking our luggage at the airport and in a time crunch due to unexpected traffic.  You know the one, THAT mom who loses her mind and marches her child, goose-stepping toward the immigration officers who look like they are caught between fear of bringing the matter up and causing an explosive incident and wondering if the flight will be safe with that much frustrated anger  in one economy seat.

This time, though – this time I was the mother who should have been featured on Passenger Shaming. Specifically, this mother,  although not really that mother, just one with the same sort of detritus left by my offspring.

It happens.

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