My lack of updates recently come with a good reason: I’m on vacation! And better yet, I’m in the Bay Area for my yearly trip out to catch some Giants games with my family. I flew in to San Francisco last night after a long and somewhat tiring trip across the county. I’ll be in Oakland until Monday — catching the A’s and G’s game today — and then we’ll head into SF to catch some Giants games at home.
New Rule: Anyone under 25 and over 55 aren’t allowed on airplanes anymore. This would make traveling much easier as it would eliminate both the screaming baby sitting two rows behind me and the deluge of parents traveling with small children. Trust me, I don’t hate small children or babies, but nothing makes you want to take a fellow humans’ life faster than being cramped on an airplane for hours on end.
Anyways, being an East Coaster, it’s fun to get out to this side of the country and watch Giants baseball. Usually I’m restricted to Pittsburgh or Washington if I want my Giants fix, but there’s nothing like seeing a home game among the orange and black faithful. The park, the Bay, the food, all great things.
I’ll be doing some updates this week but probably with a more slower, lazy pace. Maybe some first-hand-at-the-game type stuff.
I’m puzzled. You think lots of people over age 55 travel with small children? Or what? I’m OK with banning all males from airplanes until they pass a test at least as demanding as the AKC Good Citizen test for dogs, which only 1% could do. And drunk girls could go. Sure, babies are a trial for everyone, but come on, sometimes they have to get from here to there. Churches have “crying rooms,” planes should too. But what’s your beef against people over 55? They take off their shoes? They have real life reasons for travel? They remind you of your near future as long as you don’t choke to death on your own inflated self regard first? I mean, picking on the kids, fine. Picking on old people, OK, everybody does it and it takes them a lifetime to react. But people 56 years old? You take your life in your hands, sonny boy jim. Right around there is where all the money and power is, and they’ve still got the muscle and twitch nerve reaction time to be dangerous. Be especially nice to the ones who ride coach: They have the same complaints as you. Meanwhile, focus your energy on letting dogs into the passenger compartment instead of killing them by stacking them in the sub-zero luggage compartment for hours.
My own inflated self regard made me laugh, thanks.
I’m sorry that you’re 55 (or older) but you might have taken me too seriously.
The more I think about it, it’s probably just the babies and small children. I’ll revise my rule to nobody under 25 should get on a plane, or better yet, we could divide planes into age brackets. In the front, beyond a sound-proof barrier, is the crying baby section. I like it.
So, you can ride on my plane (unless you’re a crying baby). Enjoy the small bag of pretzels and complimentary soda.
I’m 26, which is old enough to spot the complete lack of connection between a gripe about whining babies and a slam on people like Willie Mays, Willie McCovey, Orlando Cepeda, and Juan Marichal, not to mention the Dalai Lama and, for your nerdly consideration, the St. Francis of bloggerhood, Steve Jobs. I worry about this kind of stuff because you might unintentionally commit a similar fallacy when writing about something important like baseball. And you shouldn’t.
Hilarie,
Welcome to the site, I suggest you get a sense of humor. If you’re drawing that heavy of a connection between a joke about airplanes and trying to connect it with discrediting Willie Mays AND the Dalai Lama, I don’t know what to tell you.
But it probably starts with not reading my blog if it’s throwing you this out of whack.