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Most Annoying Travel Habits
« on: December 28, 2008, 02:13:14 am »
Most Annoying Travel Habits


As vacationers board a plane, train or bus this holiday season, many will be hoping the passenger behind them is not a seat kicker.

A global survey conducted by TripAdvisor, an independent travel advisory service, has found that one in three travellers nominated seat-kicking children sitting behind them as the biggest annoyance while travelling, followed by inconsiderate chair recliners. Fellow passengers who took too long stowing their luggage or who talked loudly on their mobile phones also infuriated their fellow commuters.

Which one of TripAdvisor's Top 8 is your pet travel annoyance? Perhaps you hate all of them? In that case, tick them all! If your favourite travel annoyance isn't listed, tick "Other" and tell us what it is.
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Re: Most Annoying Travel Habits
« Reply #1 on: December 28, 2008, 02:22:33 am »
I must admit I hate it when kids kick the back of my seat, especially on an airplane, but I'm willing to dismiss it on most occassions because I love kids. I probably kicked a few seats too when I was little. I always try to remember that.

I have some stories! Some stooooooooories.....

I'll share some of my travel nightmares later in this thread. But one in particular comes to my mind right now. It happened during a flight from Fort Lauderdale, Florida to Indianapolis, Indiana non-stop. The man next to me had a terrible gas problem. He kept farting. The annoying part was he didn't act at all sorry about it. He just kept doing it. And it didn't only affect those of us in his row, I could see some of the people several rows in front looking around wondering what happened. I thought about prying open the oxygen mask compartment, but I figured I would probably get in trouble. So I just suffered through it.

That was a very long two hours. Just when I thought he was finished doing it, he'd pop off another one. :P

I wouldn't wish that scenario on my WORST enemy.
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Re: Most Annoying Travel Habits
« Reply #2 on: December 28, 2008, 02:37:36 am »


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Re: Most Annoying Travel Habits
« Reply #3 on: December 28, 2008, 02:50:57 am »
It wasn't funny Kerry. At least not at the time. But I suppose it is NOW!

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Re: Most Annoying Travel Habits
« Reply #4 on: December 28, 2008, 03:09:18 am »
It wasn't funny Kerry. At least not at the time. But I suppose it is NOW!

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Can't wait to hear your other travel horror stories, David.  :D
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Re: Most Annoying Travel Habits
« Reply #5 on: December 28, 2008, 03:20:24 am »
Can't wait to hear your other travel horror stories, David.  :D

Sounds pretty crazy, David!   :laugh:

I don't mind those things listed as a rule; I just see most of those as part of the 'travel experience'...

I do get annoyed about other things while traveling, like hotels and rental car agencies that lose reservations even tho you have your confirmation number printed out, wake-up calls that don't come as promised, etc...

Most of my travel peeves have involved the people I've had to travel with (not BetterMostians!).

I had to go on a lot of business trips with this one guy from my very first job.  Wherever we went, he always insisted on renting the car and driving - he had seniority, fine.  But I was perpetually carsick because he insisted on accelerating, braking, accelerating, braking, accelerating, braking...you get the idea.  Made me nutz.

Then there was the trip that was supposed to be a fun drive up the coast that turned out to have nightly hotel reservations and a schedule from hell.  I love this woman, but we don't travel well together - we just don't.  The next year, she asked me to go to Italy with her, just two girls, mellow, having fun...I said 'No, that's not going to work for me this year - budget, you know...' while inside I was screaming 'Hell, no!'  I still haven't made it to Italy, but when I do, you can bet it'll be at my own pace.

And another great friend whom I adore - I thought we traveled well together - and we do - as long as he's driving.  He visits me, can't drive a stick shift, so I have to drive.  He's so incredibly anxious he's reading every roadsign to me, and I do mean *every* roadsign...'Georgia Peanuts, Next Exit'...I'll still travel with him, but he has to drive or rent the car.

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Re: Most Annoying Travel Habits
« Reply #6 on: December 28, 2008, 04:03:08 am »
I picked smelly food because I usually want some of it.

The most annoying flight I ever had was a USAir flight
to Pittsburgh. About halfway into the flight a really old
dude could not help it and he shit in his seat and sat there.
I was able to handle it till suddenly about 10 people pulled
out all types of perfumes and spritzers to cover them smell.
The combined spritzer smell which was supposed to help
almost made me upchuck worse than the poop.

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Re: Most Annoying Travel Habits
« Reply #7 on: December 28, 2008, 04:16:57 am »
I didn't pick any, because although I would find all of those annoying -- let alone the situation David described!  :-X -- none of them have happened to me in a big way.

If anything, I have been the one to annoy my fellow travelers by bringing my kids on board. It's hellish traveling with small children, however much you try to control their behavior. I've brought on every imaginable manner of games, tapes, candy, books and other distractions. We would often wait until the very last moment before the plane took off just to minimize our time on board. Once, we came late and thus got free first-class seats -- and our 2-year-old (at the time) puked on the floor. All I could think about was that some of the surrounding people had probably paid full price for those seats.

But speaking of smelly food, here's a piece I read a while ago and found really charming, and not just because I (very slightly) know the writer and, as a one-time New Orleanian who loves muffalettas -- and have brought them to the airport -- can relate to the situation:


Sandwiched in Coach
By Mimi Read

Would you ask a total stranger for a bite of his lunch? Tired, ravenous, and wedged in next to a man eating that glorious New Orleans specialty the muffuletta, the author comes face-to-face with a few truths about food, love, and shared humanity.


Today I'm boarding a big gray airbus at Louis Armstrong International Airport in New Orleans, where I live. The plane is heading for New York City. Every last seat, I'm told, will be occupied. Oh, the glamour of travel! Pushing, ducking, and turning sideways, I make my way down a crowded aisle, hoisting an illegal number of carry-on bags. I have an empty feeling in my stomach because, in this pack-mule condition, there's been no time to even think about eating.

"Excuse me" and "thank you," I say to the man seated on the aisle as I step over him into the middle seat. But I don't say more because we've both adopted the pretense of solitude that strangers fall into so readily when crowded together in certain environments. This is not antagonism. It's just a way of saying, "I have my uncracked issues of BookForum and House Beautiful, you're halfway through The Tipping Point, and why spoil three good hours of captive reading?"

But then something happens that I have not bargained for.

Once the plane is airborne, the guy stands, opens his knapsack, and pulls out an enormous muffuletta sandwich wrapped in oil-stained white paper. I grew up eating muffulettas, so I know exactly what it is even before he unwraps it. I can practically taste it.

One of the lustiest inventions in the world, the muffuletta is said to have been created about a century ago at Central Grocery in New Orleans's French Quarter. Sicilian farmers selling their vegetables at the nearby French Market wanted a tasty, compact lunch reminiscent of the old country—something they could eat while sitting on a barrel. Central Grocery is still around and, except for its now-touristy clientele, seems wondrously unchanged: a beloved relic of the days when the French Quarter was the closest thing New Orleans had to a Little Italy. (During the past three centuries, the Quarter has, by turns, been dominated by French, Spanish, and Italian communities, and each of them has put a stamp on it.) In a room crowded with hanging prosciuttos di Parma, sacks of dried fava beans, and polychrome cans of Italian olive oil, employees still make muffulettas one by one at a patient, old-world pace. The flavors in the muffuletta are exuberantly Sicilian—briny, garlicky, vinegary, pungent—with not a hint of Creole influence, and the sandwiches are such a popular item among locals and tourists that many other restaurants, groceries, and caterers around town make their own versions too.

Recipes vary, but a classic muffuletta consists of a round, seeded pillow of Italian bread split and layered with garlic-spiked olive salad, spicy capicola ham, Genoa salami, and a pile of thinly sliced provolone and Swiss cheeses. The most faithful versions also include slices of mortadella sausage studded with white gemstones of pork fat.

From a hedonist's perspective, the muffuletta is a beatific thing and not to be messed with. But I've also tasted pastrami muffulettas (not bad) and vegetarian muffulettas with double the cheese (if you must). Sometimes at home I make organic turkey muffulettas on crusty whole grain bread, an adaptation prompted by nebulous health and weight concerns, and one that passes muster for a weekday lunch. Some people heat muffulettas until the cheese melts, and some consider heating them a sacrilege.

It's the olive salad that can't, under any circumstances, be omitted. This relish of lightly crushed olives, minced garlic, chopped green onion, chopped giardiniera (a mixture of pickled vegetables), celery, parsley, capers, and spices is spooned out of an olive oil and vinegar bath that soaks into the bread.

The guy is taking his first bite. I look at him and feel—besides acute envy—a good deal of admiration. What masterful planning! I happen to know that his muffuletta is an original version from Central Grocery. Parking is nearly impossible around that place, and he probably had to go there in a cab on his way to the airport and wait in line at the counter while the car carrying his bags circled the block.

Now coach class is filling up with the bracing aroma of an Italian market, and it seems to me that manna has come tumbling out of an overhead bin—alas, to a place just out of my reach.

I have never in my life remotely considered asking a stranger for food. But being in the air makes me believe the laws of etiquette could flex a bit, as if the Mile High Club might have a strictly culinary chapter I could join. This has never happened to me; emotionally, I find myself helplessly, hopelessly riveted to another person's sandwich. Finally, after a doomed battle with myself, I jettison a lifetime's lessons in propriety and turn to him.

"Did you hear that?" I ask.

"Hear what?" he says.

"It was my stomach growling. Forgive me. It's just that your sandwich smells divine."

Without missing a beat, the man breaks into a smile and hands over a quarter of his sandwich, the whole of which is designed to feed two very hungry people or four less-hungry ones. I take it and eat. Never has a muffuletta tasted so delicious. In no time, we are discussing several of New Orleans's best restaurants, for which he has a neophyte's unbridled enthusiasm. We summon a flight attendant and order minibottles of Merlot. This leads to off-the-cuff philosophizing about the mysteries of why we live where we do—in his case, Manhattan.

When I graduate to asking more personal questions, he tells me he is a concert producer and that for seven years he was married to a woman he loved. Then, a year ago, she died of breast cancer. He is still grieving. The trip to New Orleans was designed as a distraction and a way for him to reconnect with some of the basic things that make him happy, great food ranking high on that list. I tell him about the ins and outs of the relationship I am in, and in doing so, I realize that, as all friends do, we have found our essential subjects: food and love, two inexhaustible larders. He offers me a second quarter of his sandwich, and I take it. He's eating a second piece too.

Soon he and I will disembark. Sadly, I will lose his business card and never be able to send him a thank-you note for reminding me that the most banal, cramped milieus can turn out to be quite comfortable—as long as someone is willing to show a little imagination, a little style, a little heart.

Next time, I'll pack the lunch and hope for a congenial, hungry seatmate. I'll have my magazines, too, just in case. And I'll try to remember that the limitations of a stingy environment can push us to connect when we don't really want to: to reach out, to ask, to give, to take. What a relief it is when walls come down and we find that we can talk to strangers in the down-to-earth language of food. That, in fact, they aren't strangers at all.




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Re: Most Annoying Travel Habits
« Reply #8 on: December 28, 2008, 04:18:39 am »
I picked smelly food because I usually want some of it.

The most annoying flight I ever had was a USAir flight
to Pittsburgh. About halfway into the flight a really old
dude could not help it and he shit in his seat and sat there.
I was able to handle it till suddenly about 10 people pulled
out all types of perfumes and spritzers to cover them smell.
The combined spritzer smell which was supposed to help
almost made me upchuck worse than the poop.

TampaTalon^">

Oh my god!! It probably smelled like someone took a shit in a whorehouse. How did you ever manage to make it through the remainder of the flight? :P

I think I would have probably told him to get his nasty ass up and go to the bathroom. Farting is one thing. Shitting in the seat is quite another. >:(

I can see what you mean though. He was old and couldn't help it. But still.... :-\

Eww. That must have been terrible for you!
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Re: Most Annoying Travel Habits
« Reply #9 on: December 28, 2008, 04:24:34 am »
I picked smelly food because I usually want some of it.

The most annoying flight I ever had was a USAir flight
to Pittsburgh. About halfway into the flight a really old
dude could not help it and he shit in his seat and sat there.
I was able to handle it till suddenly about 10 people pulled
out all types of perfumes and spritzers to cover them smell.
The combined spritzer smell which was supposed to help
almost made me upchuck worse than the poop.

TampaTalon^">

Travel tip: It's time to stop air travel when you can't hold your poop!

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