Traveling should inspire, it should open a person’s mind. For me, traveling has also raised more questions than answers. For example:
What in the hell are gate agents key-stroking for five minutes when you’ve simply asked if the flight is 
full?
Is it just me or if there’s an even number of gate agents at the podium, half of them seem glad to see you and the other half wish they were at your funeral?
Why is it the security line you pick winds up being the slowest one of the bunch — every time?
On shorter flights why is beverage service halted one row in front of you?
Do you feel sorry for flight attendants who have to say “Thank you” as you hand them your trash?
Don’t you want to bash the skulls of people who won’t get out of aisle as you’re trying to get by?
Do you think the crew scheduling team shift that’s responsible for any pilots running out of duty time and strands hundreds of passengers at the gate should be hacked to death with machetes?
The next time I’m on an airplane enjoyably reading my book and the person sitting next to me asks, “Is that a good book?” I think I’ll beat him to death with it.
Many bags may look like but if you put your hands on mine you’ll never play piano again.
Do big-city taxi cabs prompt you to invest in Glade futures?
The next TSA employee who gets a call on his cell phone during working hours should find have his temperature taken with that same phone.
What would be the better choice…riding to Florida on a Greyhound Bus in the middle of August…or spending a month in Haiti?
Al has lots of questions when he’s out on the open road or in the air and he’s never afraid to ask them, no matter how inappropriate.
