Why do people love having their picture taken in front of the plane they’re boarding?
I see lots doing this, but only at airports you board from the ground. Like in the Caribbean. You don’t see this where you board from the lounge through what I like to call the “Shitting-Out Passengers Tube.” Admit it, when you’re in that tightly packed space of grumbling fellow passengers anxious to get on the plane, fight for overhead space and cram themselves into a seat for the next 10 hours next to fat people and screaming kids, you feel like you’re being shit out. Because, well, you feel like shit. OK, maybe it’s just me.
I see young people doing this, like honeymooners, their lives ahead of them. And old people, too, who want to show their loved ones just where they’re blowing the inheritance they thought they had coming.
But for some reason, I want to put them all in a Shitting-Out Passengers tube and grunt them out over the ocean. I’m jaded, I guess, I figure a plane is just a way of getting somewhere, not a magic silver bird that will wing me to the heavens. I mean, do they take pictures of themselves in front of the cross-town bus wherever they are? Or a subway train? I mean really.
Granted, it’s boring to wait to board but at least outside, if it’s nice, you can take pictures of, oh, I dunno, the mountains, the shacks on nearby hills or the ocean or chickens just outside the fence or the surly baggage handlers beating the shit out of luggage you pray isn’t yours. But a picture of the plane?
It’s sort of like people who like taking “optical illusion” photos. Like someone standing a hundred feet in front of the Leaning Tower of Pisa and pretending they’re trying to hold it up (though one fairly creative take on this was one I saw of one guy pretending to push down on the tower and up his bent-over friend’s ass). Or a hottie in short skirt “straddling” the Eifel Tower. Or some douchebag with an “I’m da man!” snarl on his face near a huge cactus pretending to hold what he wants you to believe is his giant, green, prickly prick.
In thinking about all this, I remember the time my daughter and I were traveling and were at a restaurant with a giant cow sculpture in front of it. I got underneath and pretended to suckle one huge plastic teat. She took a photo. Which she still has. And which if she posts, will find herself out of the inheritance I was planning to leave her. Which is roughly zero,
OK, I’ll shut up now.
I see lots doing this, but only at airports you board from the ground. Like in the Caribbean. You don’t see this where you board from the lounge through what I like to call the “Shitting-Out Passengers Tube.” Admit it, when you’re in that tightly packed space of grumbling fellow passengers anxious to get on the plane, fight for overhead space and cram themselves into a seat for the next 10 hours next to fat people and screaming kids, you feel like you’re being shit out. Because, well, you feel like shit. OK, maybe it’s just me.
I see young people doing this, like honeymooners, their lives ahead of them. And old people, too, who want to show their loved ones just where they’re blowing the inheritance they thought they had coming.
But for some reason, I want to put them all in a Shitting-Out Passengers tube and grunt them out over the ocean. I’m jaded, I guess, I figure a plane is just a way of getting somewhere, not a magic silver bird that will wing me to the heavens. I mean, do they take pictures of themselves in front of the cross-town bus wherever they are? Or a subway train? I mean really.
Granted, it’s boring to wait to board but at least outside, if it’s nice, you can take pictures of, oh, I dunno, the mountains, the shacks on nearby hills or the ocean or chickens just outside the fence or the surly baggage handlers beating the shit out of luggage you pray isn’t yours. But a picture of the plane?
It’s sort of like people who like taking “optical illusion” photos. Like someone standing a hundred feet in front of the Leaning Tower of Pisa and pretending they’re trying to hold it up (though one fairly creative take on this was one I saw of one guy pretending to push down on the tower and up his bent-over friend’s ass). Or a hottie in short skirt “straddling” the Eifel Tower. Or some douchebag with an “I’m da man!” snarl on his face near a huge cactus pretending to hold what he wants you to believe is his giant, green, prickly prick.
In thinking about all this, I remember the time my daughter and I were traveling and were at a restaurant with a giant cow sculpture in front of it. I got underneath and pretended to suckle one huge plastic teat. She took a photo. Which she still has. And which if she posts, will find herself out of the inheritance I was planning to leave her. Which is roughly zero,
OK, I’ll shut up now.