The more things change...

Recently, I was fortunate enough to travel to Maui. The entire trip was as pleasurable as one could imagine. That is, except of course, for the plane ride there. It was overrun with, you guessed it, Baby Boomers.

You people never fail to surpass my expectations of just how annoying you can be. Soon as that seatbelt light goes off, up you go, and back down again, and up again, and you seem to pack things of utmost importance in your carry-on baggage which you inevitably stow in the compartment overhead my husband. Up, down, up, down, and on and on and on.

Let's not forget that the prescriptions you riddle your bodies with also ensure trips to the bathroom in 10-minute intervals. Thanks for that, by the way. I'm sure the FAA has no problem with your continual blocking of the aisles, either.

Lucky for you, I was able to resist the urge to pull down on that glaring red handle on the emergency exit door next to which I was seated. Rest assured in the unlikely event of an emergency, I will calmly peer out the window to check for any possible hazards, and then clear the exit for myself and my husband, before immediately replacing the door into its original position, thus solving at least some of the world's walking, talking problems in one fell swoop.