Strugging is a slippery slope, folks. I came to this realization when I was reading E-Strugs (a blog created by my friend Elise that is solely devoted to her daily life struggles). And her latest post made me realize that everyone has strugs when they are in the airport (Unless you are the guy from "Up In the Air"). The place just reeks of struggles. For one, you are typically carrying a million bags, which makes it nearly impossible to get easy access to your wallet or phone without putting down all of your bags (which subsequently get in the way of other people trying to walk). And as luck would have it, the airport is the one place when you actually need to have easy access to your phone and wallet multiple times during your visit (ID, flight confirmation number, paying for that Starbucks or the "I Heart Detroit" shirt, or the plush neck pillow with blanket). And then, flights are always being delayed or cancelled or un-delayed or un-canceled so you either have boatloads of time to kill, or you are sprinting (with your millions of bags, holding your phone and your Starbucks).
And then there is the issue of going to the bathroom. Where do you put all of your stuff while you do your business? On the floor? With the fecal matter? I'll not reveal what I do in this situation, but simply say that it is a struggle.
And of course their is the issue of getting through security. Do you get behind the family with the stroller and have plenty of time to undress and unpack your laptop or do you get behind the speedy Asians and feel pressured to do everything super fast.
So after you struggled at the ticket counter finding your ID, fumbled at security trying to undress quickly, almost dropped your phone in the toilet, couldn't remember where you put your wallet at the Starbucks line, and had your flight delayed 4 different times - all of the little strugs start to arise and become all the more irksome: can't remember which pocket you put your ticket/phone/wallet in, internet won't connect, Ipod battery is low, you spilled your coffee, someone ran into you with their roll-y bag, your bag was over the weight limit, people mover is broken or people on the people mover/escalator aren't walking, etc. etc. etc.
Airports are strug central folks. One might say - the least comfy.
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