Drive.
I don’t mind flying, but I hate airports. I’m telling you I’m 36 years old, I’ve worked in a stressful job for 14 years now, I have 3 kids and have learned to be very observant and to think with my brain over the years.
If you hold a gun to my head I still will end up at the wrong gate. I’m not even joking. Airports stress me out. I’ve been in far worse situations. Vehicle pileups with major casualties I can maintain my composure during, but trying to find the gate even when my kids are behaving well and I’m totally fucked.
And that’s why I drive when I can.
I don’t mind flying, but I hate airports. I’m telling you I’m 36 years old, I’ve worked in a stressful job for 14 years now, I have 3 kids and have learned to be very observant and to think with my brain over the years.
If you hold a gun to my head I still will end up at the wrong gate. I’m not even joking. Airports stress me out. I’ve been in far worse situations. Vehicle pileups with major casualties I can maintain my composure during, but trying to find the gate even when my kids are behaving well and I’m totally fucked.
And that’s why I drive when I can.
