What, Me Complain About Air Travel?

One too many trips to the airport has left me a keen observer of human behavior, a bystander to the bizarre, an onlooker to the odd. At times I liken my time in the terminal to a rerun of the bar scene in the first Star Wars movie; though in most cases, I feel like I'm the alien.
Sure air travel has become convoluted and difficult, but no matter how many times I fly, I'm puzzled by the number of travelers unfamiliar with the protocols and realities of post-911 travel. I've come to expect that if 20 people are in line before me, that 15 will be unaware that shoes need be removed through security, meals are no longer served on domestic flights, space for carryons is limited and that flight attendants don't like being called stewards or stewardesses.
As a patient and chronically-early traveler, I try not to sweat the small stuff and to pick my travel battles accordingly. It's easy for expectations to be low, but in recent months I've noticed that some complaints are more irritating than the offenses cited. There are valid complaints, and then there are those begging for scrutiny, or at least my scrutiny.
For example, on my last trip, a family seated across from me complained (from boarding to cruising altitude) that the TSA agent deliberately took extra time with their driver licenses, poring over every detail unnecessarily. (Okay.) On the window seat, a fellow whined about the beer selection. (What, no Stella Artois?) Behind me, a troupe clad in flip-flops, t-shirts and short-shorts took issue with the cabin temperature (every 12-14 minutes). Their grousing died down when the ambient cabin temperature reached the heat setting reserved for baked potatoes on my countertop toaster oven.
Perhaps my favorite complaint of the flight was directed toward a wonderfully animated and friendly flight attendant (one who brought the portly, sweating man lots of bottled water). A rowmate remarked to me that she seemed fake and phony and a bit too happy. (This was a tough crowd.) I remarked that I take every smile for its face value and applaud her valiant effort to make us all feel welcome (and keep me hydrated).
I'm sure that minutes later; said passenger revised her featured complaint to "I sat next to the most dreadful man...."
I bet you can do better, what are some of the most outlandish travel complaints you've overheard?


