Travel Etiquette
My dad once told me - let’s start over - My dad has told me on numerous occasions that when it comes to travel plans, the ones involving planes, I should always be a few hours ahead of schedule, just in case. It’s taken more than a couple journeys flying Han (pew pew) before the lesson held on and settled in the eaves (coo’ coo’) of my brain. Which is insane, I know. I’ve stowed away a memory where, at a tender age of barely three years old, I was at the opposite side of the window pane. My grandparents took me to the city, for what only God knows, but we were there, enjoying a side of Jollibee. The only thing eating away at me was the possibility that I get to see my parents again. Why else would we be in the city? Right? ...Right? Three hours turn to four, then five, at which point it was obvious in the sma...