Baby Steps.

Look at what I did!?! I was hoping the first one would be something more dramatic and have far reaching, life altering consequences for people. And while this will do little more than pad my employers pockets, I'll take it.

Old People

I like them, for the most part, I am hoping to be one some day. The pigeon feeding, pipe smoking, grandparenting kind. Not like the sort that sat in front and behind me on my flight to China last night. I am willing to grant the elderly a certain amount of leeway on things. I know they have a hard time hearing and reading and getting around. I think that if they are pulled over for speeding they should always be let off with a warning. If they need to pick their nose, go for it. Whatever, right, they're old, they made it this far and there should be some sort of prize for that. They should be able to streamline their process for things a little. They need all the extra time they can get.

Please old people, do not fart constantly in confined spaces. I spent the better part of a 10 hour plane ride standing near the front of the plane, bleary eyed and wanting sleep (and to be comfortable while watching Iron Man....) but unable to go back to my seat as it was engulfed in the stench of the contents of the bowels of the elederly folks sitting all around me. And they weren't even quiet. They were bold, percussive, triumphant sounding bastards. They may not have heard them, but everyone in sections 28-32 FGH, themselves included, knew the score. Being old does not give you carte blanche to drop and air-deuce at 35,000 feet. I'm sorry, it doesn't.