The picture is blurry, and my husband was deliberately photo bombing with a huge-eyed face, so I hearted him out, hahaha, but you'll still get the point of the post in spite of these things, I think. ;)
Yesterday I posted something about travel, and someone said they didn't care for airports much, but that wouldn't stop them from traveling. My husband feels the same exact way, and we have had some funny things happen.
In one country, my husband was practically stripped in public. No joke. Shirt, shoes, belt...off. He finally acted like it tickled him when they started another pat-down. Everyone laughed and let him through. He's American Indian and he looks ethnic. It was right after 9/11. We're supposing everyone was in cautious mode.
In Germany a police officer deliberately sent his drug-sniffing dog over to my teen boy to sniff his luggage while we were walking in the airport. My son was mortified/outraged at the stereotype, and I was dying laughing. I still laugh if I think about it.
In one country the police in the airport had guns, very unsettlingly large guns, that they carried around like military.
My daughter has been singled out for a pat-down 70% of the time since she was like 12 (I'm not kidding, it's a standing family joke, but we do find it a tad ridiculous).
On our last international flight there was a child in front of us (one of two in his family), and half way through the long trip, he discovered my son directly behind him. He would lean over, touch my son's Kindle screen to 'help him play,' try to take his stickers, which my son was willing to share anyway, and various things like that... even when it was dinner time, the mom let her son hang way over the seats (see very first picture of this post). I told the boy it was 'time to turn around now' a couple of times when we needed a little peace. Invariably he'd come back, which was okay for my son (he enjoyed the company), and okay for us a little, but still there was the, "Hello, are you even paying attention to your child???" thing going through my mind.
Eventually, when the plane landed, the child was leaning so far over the seat to try to get something of ours that he fell over. A complete, over-the-top-of-the-seat, half-somersault fall. We were standing, collecting our things, and his fall knocked my entire seat cushion off. I bent down to pick the child up. He thankfully wasn't hurt but my arm and hand got pretty scraped up from the exposed seat. I handed the mom her child, and she STILL didn't say anything, just took her boy and started collecting their things. All I could do was think, 'Geeez.'
Anyone else have airport/plane stories to share? Or find it ludicrous that a parent would let their child hang over a seat like that on an airplane?