From a quick trip last week that took me through two airports, some observations.
* I know this is normal, but it still baffles me. Two men sitting near me in the plane kept up conversations on their phones well past the time the aircraft pulled away from the gate and the staff had asked us all to switch them off. Well past the time the staff came down the aisle and asked them specifically to switch off. Nearly till the time we left the ground.
* I know this is normal too, but it still baffles me too. Both men's phones began ringing -- ringing! -- the instant we touched the ground again, 2 hours later. I mean, the very instant. Conversations started up, uninterrupted by numerous pleas from the staff.
* At the check-in queue, a man tried to squeeze past and go to the front. At the security check queue, two men tried to squeeze past and go to the front. At the gate, a man tried to go to the front of the queue. Getting on to the bus, a man tried to squeeze past to go to the front. Getting off the bus and walking to the stairs to board the plane, two men tried to go to the front.
All of which, in every depressing detail, was repeated at the other airport.
* Also at the other airport, I was hungry and had a couple hours to kill. Joined a queue at a sandwich-and-coffee joint. In about five minutes, I got to second in line, young man with a guitar on his shoulder in front of me, ordering and paying.
Suddenly, the middle-aged man behind me, creased trousers and starched white shirt, squeezes behind me and then between guitar-man and me, so he is now second in line.
I ask him what he's up to. He shrugs elaborately and exaggeratedly and says, as if doing me an enormous favour, "Oh sure, please go ahead!" and returns to his original place behind me.
(I shall end here, and wait for someone to point out to silly me that all such behaviour happens because there is nobody to enforce the rules.)