(15) I allow myself to get ridiculously annoyed at airports. There's really not an excuse. My Dad's a pilot. I know how these things work. I'm normally moderately patient in terms of travel, but airports get to me. I get anxious. And I get annoyed, especially when I get rerouted.
Here's a video my wife and I made after a recent trip home to DC that had to go through Chicago which got rerouted to Louisville, Kentucky. My wife gave a gate agent a heart attack (literally. No I'm not joking, they had to call an ambulance. Not completely her fault--he should have taken his insulin) but we eventually got home.
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Woo! Insulin!
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