Yesterday, en route to my beloved RKC weekend, I was in the airport watching the clock, realizing just how sore my knees were about to get. Airplanes are not made for 6’8″ lovable losers. But wait! There was a commotion amongst the passengers!
A lady was screaming her head off–and I mean shrieking like someone was stabbing her eyes out–because the wireless connection was “spotty.” I watched the poor people around her begin to inch away. She wasn’t even yelling at anyone. Just yelling. Just because.
And then a dapper gentleman who was probably in his early 70s walked up and patted her shoulder.
“Ma’am,” he said, “Wi fi is not one of the inalienable rights.”
Two hours later, the smile on my face was still keeping the pain in my knees at bay.