UNSAVORY BITCHES

You know what really grinds my gears? UNSAVORY BITCHES at the airport. Yes, I had a less than perfect air travel experience that was shared with other unfortunate travelers. Such is life. Like, channel your happy place and go with the flow, because they're not going to let you get in the pilot's seat and fly the plane yourself, no matter how "important" it is that you get somewhere on time. You're just a cog in a machine of millions of travelers, and you're hurtling through air in a giant tube. Chill out.

But I don't feel bad for you, bitchy blond haired woman who has a MEETING IN NEW YORK THAT SHE CANNOT MISS, when your major complaint is that you're NOT EVEN IN YOUR MEETING CLOTHES YET!! Because lady, there's a simple solution to your "problem," and it's called going to the bathroom and changing into them.