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bouncyI absolutely do not hate kids. I don't hate next doors' grandchildren or almost any other child I have ever met. Its a real joy to me to get my Sunday paper delivered by a child, and the number of kids that I have bought school candy or cookies from cannot be counted.
I want people to have lots of kids to grow up and be productive members of society. Cooks and drivers and nurses and mail carriers. I want your kid to get paid nicely to take care of me when I am 95.
But I don't love them on a plane. Planes freak me out. They freak everyone out.
I think this image of kids on the baggage conveyor belt is kinda funny.
http://articles.businessinsider.co…
Flying freaks kids out. Because they are kids, they have no self control and scream when they are sick. This makes everything worse. I think they ought to have a mandatory special room somewhere with medical techs, to take care of all kids because part of the freaking and crying is kids don't adjust to altitude well and if the parent is half airsick as I am and 3/4 the way to a panic attack, as I am, they are in no shape to tend to a child who is in pain from altitude and the crappy air in the aircraft.
So put up a room, get some specialists, and put everyone under 13 in there.
Don't make fun of people who want some peace because they are already stressed out and nearly ready for the emergency room from bad air, lack of blood flow due to not being able to move, (people have had life threatening bloodclot situations from this-look it up) claustophobia, lack of contact with Mother Earth and the fact that I have never ever, ever flown for a pleasant reason. Its always urgent business, death or illness. So, no, I didn't want to go in the 1st place and was not having a good time. The trip could not wait. It was for a paycheck, or a funeral.
So why do people object to me for wanting some silence to suffer in? I think that is a reasonable request.
Want to sit in the kidlet area with your kid? Enjoy. Want to have your panic attack( or even work or sleep) from bad air, bad blood circulation, motion sickness, the TSA and whatever else ails you in a room without screaming? I know the kids and parents feel bad because I feel bad. And loud noises make me feel worse.
Can we put people who want to endure the death-defying thing called flying in near silence in the back like the smokers used to be? Put up a wall and don't serve us food or movies. Do anything to make us feel cast out. Sell us off name vodka. Don't give us magazines and peanuts. Betcha nobody minds.
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