I am not even joking right now. People, there is one rule, one ironclad no-fucking-around law of social interaction, and it is GET OUT OF THE MOTHERFUCKING WAY. Don't stroll down the fucking moving sidewalks. Don't wait until the people in the rows in front of you are halfway out of the plane to get your lazy ass up and start fumbling around for your shit in the overhead bin. It's an airport. People are in FOUL FUCKING MOODS and will gladly take any excuse to rip someone's throat out with their teeth and cart the severed head in triumph to the Starbucks where it will earn them 15% off a venti latte.
Context has some advice for people moving around in airports - qwp.
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Date: 2011-04-11 03:35 am (UTC)Now, Imagine having to cross the Denver Airport, because they put YOUR flight on the wrong damn side of the terminal, and because it's running late, gave the poor bastards that were wanting to get on all of FIVE MINUTES to cross and airport that's a half mile from one side to the other.
Barely made the flight, but I was one pissed off kitty when I barreled through the door on the plane, all of two seconds before they closed up.