I've decided that airports just make me rage, period.
The smaller ones, not so much. But the massive international airports basically fill me with misanthropy that I don't normally hold otherwise.
A) I have to get somewhere, and flying is a pain in the ass, period. So I'm always in a hurry, if for nothing else than to get near my gate so I can use the bathroom, get something to eat and generally just relax as much as one can in an airport.
B) Most people don't think beyond 5 feet in front of them. So that totally excludes people behind them.
C) Some people love to stop, in the middle of the fucking thoroughfare, to answer their goddamn phone, realize they have to use the bathroom, grab a cup of Starbucks, or some fucking thing. But instead of bearing right and turning around, they just stop dead in the middle of the hall. The urge to shove them on their fucking faces is almost unbearable.
D) Groups of people like to expand out into the thoroughfare like a messy bowel movement, for no other reason than they "want to be together."
E) They do this at the gate too. I had about 7 teeny boppin' girls who just camped out in the middle of the floor, threw all their shit in a circle and blocked one of the routes to the gate, like it was fucking summer camp and they were roasting marshmellow. Hey, bitches, get your fucking asses against the wall like the rest of travelers.
F) The rules of a large corridor full of humans as pretty much the same as the rules of the road. Slow motherfuckers to the right, not-slow motherfuckers to the left. And only about 80% of people seem to get this. Which is a pretty good number, actually. Until you run into that fucking moron that is walking against the flow of the crowd, or that stupid bastard that just kind of waddles along near the middle, forcing the rest of humanity to divert around them like a stream or river around a boulder.
G) I had to check my luggage, because the flight was full and of course, I'm boarding group number 732,285,ZDX1RJ2. I haven't checked baggage in 10 years, because I learned how to pack for exactly how much I needed to avoid it. It wasn't even checking at the jetway, which I'm fine with. No, they straight up checked my luggage and sent it down to baggage claim, for no earthly reason that I know of. Omaha even checks shit on the jetway but for some reason, this flight did not.