While flying to Michigan last night I heard a lot of complaining.
The weather was bad.
Flights got canceled.
I experienced my first aborted landing.
People had to wait in line.
Lots of passengers missed flights.
And everyone blamed the flight attendant for the pent up negative experiences of their entire lives.
But you know who wasn’t complaining?
The men’s urinals.
Some of the people I admire most are those who have every right to complain but never do, happy to serve people who’s needs they consider more important than their own. ch: