Lex Lata

I just got back from a weekend trip to Seattle for some interviews. Going to Seattle for a quick weekend trip meant that I had to hop on an airplane and fly. I don't mind flying too much. In fact, I rather enjoy it and even marvel at how cool it is that we can be up above the clouds cruising at such a fast pace. I have flown quite a bit for my young life, but despite enjoying it and doing it very often, flying and me don't mix. I regularly get strip-searched, or get my carry-on searched at security for no reason. I often have ticketing problems because most airlines won't let me do online check-in. Airlines have misplaced or even lost my luggage on multiple occasions, including when I moved out to DC for a few months as an intern. The list goes on and on, but last night may have topped all.

I will summarize due to a lack of time, but you'll get the gist of what I went through:

1. Security opened up my bag to look inside it. The "questionable" item was a textbook.
   
2. The guy sitting beside my had epic body odor
3. The guy sitting across the aisle had incredible body odor
4. There were two girls immediately behind me, I'm guessing 2 and 4, who were fighting and screaming the entire flight
5. Their mom had a voice that could make the nails on a chalkboard sound cringe, and she was yelling at her kids the entire flight
6. One of the girls, who was seated right behind me, kicked the back of my seat for the ENTIRE flight.
   
7. My neighbor with b.o. decided that it would be a good idea to spill sugar on me during the flight
8. In his attempt to clean it up, he spilled his coffee in my lap

I'm sure there was more, but I can't quite remember.