Why do people come up to me and ask, "What color is your hair?" You have two eye, and you can see quite well what color it is. When I say fuchsia, people look at me like I'm speaking a foreign language.
Addition to the earlier rant: people who are in the last boarding group but swarm the line as soon as the first people are called. Why block the way for everyone else? I'm thinking seriously of writing that book.
The sun is starting to come up... must be Vegas bedtime.