THE WORST: CRYING KIDS WITH BAD BODY ODOR
Travellers opt for bad body odour over crying kids
(Thanks to Unholy Slacker)
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December 25, 2011
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Heh, well they'd prefer a sunny Christmas over a white one, too.
I know it's painful to hear the crying (screaming) but little ones can't make their ears pop, and they hurt too, a lot (the ears. Of the babies). I don't know which I'd pick.
Posted by: tash | December 25, 2011 at 05:10 PM
" Wah ! I'm 35,000 feet up in the air going 600 miles per hour and the in flight movie sucks ! " That's what babies are really saying.
Posted by: Clankie | December 25, 2011 at 05:29 PM
And, Clankie, most flights don't even offer movies any more. You *might* get a CNN "featurette" or news wrap-up, or an old TV show, but no movies.
And how many of us have seen "clueless" PARENTS who don't know what the heck to do, or simply ignore the
crying, to the "delight" of everyone around them...?
It's a big problem on most flights, but almost an epidemic at WalMarts now.
Posted by: funny man | December 25, 2011 at 05:41 PM
funny man, try JetBlue - they have free DTV with 5 ESPN channels.
Posted by: Jeff Meyerson | December 25, 2011 at 07:21 PM
In the Catholic Church I go to I believe there is a passage in the Bible that says, "Yea thou shalt go to Mass and thy child shall crieth excessively or the ushers will pinch and annoy thy child until they do crieth. Thou shalt not use the cry room either". It's the only reasonable explanation.
Posted by: nursecindy | December 25, 2011 at 07:56 PM
Well THAT's a no brainer!
Moe in Alaska
Posted by: Moe Dey | December 25, 2011 at 09:34 PM
Or the prize winner. A crying baby with a smelly full diaper, next to you, at takeoff or landing, when everyone is restricted to their seats.
Posted by: Loudmouth | December 25, 2011 at 11:28 PM
My grandson (five years old!) decided he didn't like the restaurant we were going to. So he had a crying/screaming/going limp in the parking lot fit to make us go to the restaurant of his choice.
I was unwilling to expose the other diners to this brattish behavior, so I told him he'd won; we wouldn't eat there.
Instead, he would go home and go directly to bed WITHOUT dinner.
When we pulled out of the parking lot, he knew we were serious.
He ate in our restaurant and enjoyed the food.
Posted by: Steve | December 26, 2011 at 09:37 AM
"Shack up with the rellies"...why I love Australia.
Posted by: OldPhil | December 26, 2011 at 10:34 AM
Tash is right. He beat me to it.
Posted by: ken in sc | December 26, 2011 at 01:40 PM