I'm all about open-mindedness and am a very understanding person in general, however, when traveling in close quarters with strangers I believe certain coutesies should be observed by everyone. The first and foremost of these courtesies is definitely hygiene. Please, please, please take a shower, with soap, at least one or two days before your flight. I don't care where you are from and what the hygenic practices of your culture are. You are now traveling in the USA and I personally don't like my nasal cavity assaulted by your foul odor. If you refuse to observe this custom, please do not be offended if I spray you with anything I have handy to alleviate the aforementioned odor. Another courtesy, also hygiene-related, pertains to oral care. I understand that you may have just eaten a malodorous sandwich, or large pile of funk as it may seem to be. If this is the case, please refrain from heavy breathing through the mouth to the extent that the passengers in the row ahead of you can smell all three courses of your previous meal. Again, if u choose to ignore this custom, please do not be offended if i offer you gum, a breath mint or physically cover up your offending oral cavity. Thankyou, travelers everywhere!

st if it's a really important beach trip. Thank you Airport Angels!

ass and am the last passenger on the plane. But not so far behind others that I get ugly stares or anything. Whew! I promise not to do that again, at lea

s! They drop me at the gate and I say "bless y'all" (in southern belle polite fashion), as if the angels need any more blessing. I walk up hand over my p

ort cart and ask where my gate is. I tell them and they sweetly tell me to "hop on", which I do in a swift movement as they begin to haul airport cart as

thankfully running shoes on, I begin to dash to my gate, at the far end of the terminal. All of a sudden, two angels sent from heaven pull up in an airp

seen errors or delays. I race to the park n fly and realize a few miles out that I am cutting it perilously close and a flight to the beach is not one to

ght as my dad loves to point out.) Case in point this morning as I'm preparing to leave for the airport, I carelessly leave no cushion time for any unfor

t through security, all the way praying over and over please don't make miss my flight. As if it's God's fault I am a slacker. As soon as I get my shoes,

Maybe I should stop bragging about how I always cut it so close when flying that I typically walk through security, go straight to the gate and on the pl

d the corner to see the mile long security line. Somewhere I feel like my father is shaking his head in disapproval, saying "I told you so." I finally ge

ight delay while the agent flirted with me because he loved my name, really wish I had a nickel every time I got a comment on my name!) then I rush aroun

the way to terminal A. Thank you dangerous shuttle driver man! I quickly made it through baggage check since I had printed my boarding pass earlier. (Sl

ane without pausing. I think it may invite the fates to make me miss a flight that I really don't want to miss. (okay it wouldn't be the first missed fli

be going .01 miles per hour, which I don't feel bodes well for an expedited drive to the terminal, then as we turn out of the lot it's full on NASCAR all

miss! It should be called park n wait n fly n fly. I parked, I waited (not so patiently) for other passengers to board the shuttle, the driver seems to