Hello, India

I am back.  Trip # 16 and India feels like home.  I don't even notice the cows.

Flying is truly entertaining anymore.  Some people find it horrifying, I find it a sociological petri dish of human potential.  Some times what grows is charming and other times it elicts the WTF thought process.  Mostly I keep that process flinging around quietly inside my head, sometimes not.

Like yesterday.  I boarded the flight from Chicago to Delhi, ready to settle down to 15 hours of being captive in a tube, which isn't all that bad. There are no cell phones, no cats screaming for attention and no husband trying to fix the toilet AGAIN with no luck.  Peaceful.

The guy in front of me--in business, by the way, decided it was a lot easier to throw his winter coat, brief case, duty free shopping and shoes in the overhead above his seat and then he put his too big roller suitcase in the overhead above mine--longwise.  That way only his could fit because of the big ass wheels on his case.

Hmmm, I thought.  That was rude.

So, I calmly (really) said 'I was just headed towards that overhead'.

And you know his response?

'I got here first.'

THAT clanged the WTF bell in my head.  Seriously dude--are you eight?  I almost started to laugh at the immaturity of it but was too stunned to do any thing but gape with the dog head--you know the one where the dog cocks his head sideways because it has just heard a pitch it can't process- look on my face.  Fortunately the gentleman on the opposite side of the aisle stood, gently took his big ass bag and said' I think it will fit better on this side that is made for these larger cases.'

So, all in one encounter, the petrie dish produces shit and shine.