The joys of international travel

Where to begin...let's start with the people who have decided that air travel is akin to being on a duckhunt or safari and wear all their best Ex Officio like clothing, including the lightweight, wrinkle-free vest.  We sat at the stand, on the plane for 2 hours. 1st because we were waiting for a spot to take off and 2nd because a passenger was taken ill and had to be removed from the plane.  And then they had to find her luggage.  The only sleep I got was while we were waiting.  Or how abut the insufferable old git holding court at the back of the plane with a pompous nerd/geek and some passionate young French students as audience.  It was nauseating. Next up a patch of the worst turbulence I've ever been through, conveniently happening when we were having our evening meal.  Now, I'm sitting in f***ing SeaTac waiting to be picked up...I haven't slept in 20 hours and I'm eating chocolate covered peanuts and a latte. It's Belgian chocolate so it's much better than your average goober. I'm sure this will all be a distant memory by tomorrow.