My Fellow Passengers

For many years now, I have been traveling for business reasons. Over the years I noticed that I have, on a regular basis, say next to weird people. I have always intended to document these occurrences but never did it for one reason or another. I think it is time to actually start writing these down. Just recently, on my trip from Atlanta, I had a normal seat-mate, he slept the whole time. The strangeness on this flight was that I was seated in the middle of the Bermuda Triangle of Babies. Two rows directly in front of me, a Mom and her baby, directly across from me, Mom and baby, one row behind me, Mom and baby. All was well for the first 30 minutes and then the babies started on a rotational cry-fest. They took turns of about 10-15 minutes of crying and then they would hand it off to the next baby. They really were quite organized. I think that they were in a baby labor union,