Category Archives: Pet Peeves

Pet Peeves

The Joy of Airports

(Note: Picture-heavy post here.)

So I had to go to Toronto recently. Decided to fly Air Canada since I could actually get a *non-stop* flight. This never happens. Now I know why. Coming home from Toronto, I check my boarding pass.  Hmm.  Gate F92.  I didn’t know they made that many. I decided to document the trek.

First, I notice my gate isn’t even on the map:

I start walking.

Oh, wait. Another long hallway.  No gates in sight.
3-hallAt the end of the previous hallway was one small newsstand with a warning – THERE ARE NO MORE RETAIL STORES PAST THIS POINT UNTIL GATE F88.  What’s next?
5-curveNow it’s like Disney World where they trick you into thinking you’re almost at the ride, but then the line turns.
7-nachogateYeah. This looks like a gate, but it’s not my gate.
This has got to be it, right?
Well, kinda.  This is where they scan your boarding pass, then you go down another long hallway and get to this one.  At the end of THIS one, you walk across the tarmac to your plane.
I use a pedometer for a health program we have at work.  I racked up 11,000+ steps this day and I swear 10,000 of them were at the damn airport. (Apologies for the blurry photos – that turned out to be a 22-hour day.)   😛


Speaking English, part 2

And “jewelry.” I don’t know how many times I hear people say “joo-luh-ree.” After all, it’s not the Crown Jooluhs, is it? Here the collection of furniture you buy for your bedroom is referred to as a “bedroom suit,” even though they spell it “suite.”

I was helping Casey study for a Social Studies test and his book referred to some academy in France where the goal is to keep the French language pure. Huh, they’d sure have trouble over here! 😉

Speaking English

For the love of god, would someone please teach our president how to say the word “nuclear”? (Kiefer Sutherland, too, plus some guy on a SciFi show we glanced at last night.) If I hear “noo-kyoo-lur” one more time, I’m just going to scream.

They could make it easy – new + clear = nuclear, or at least close enough so you don’t sound stupid.