Travel Annoyance Quotes

Oh my God, Kennedy Airport - what a mess - all over you with those dopey security questions. 'Did you receive any gifts from any unknown persons?' Buddy, the last thing I got from an unknown person was in the 80's.

Flying is always an unpleasant experience. You wait an hour for every ten minutes you actually spend getting anywhere.

Don't you hate it when...your suitcase is the last one off the airplane?

There is nothing as relaxing as being out on the open sea, listening to the waves and the wind and the sails and voices downstairs yelling "HOW DO YOU FLUSH THESE TOILETS?"

I'm glad you can't talk on your cells while the plane is in the air. That would drive me crazy.

Sailboats are the slowest form of transportation on Earth with the possible exeption of airline flights that go through O'Hare.

I am starting to hate airports and the whole business of getting onto the plane. It all takes so long I want to scream.

Airports drive me mad. I don't mind the flying; it's all the hassle before you get on the plane and afterwards, including walking five miles through corridors to the point where you queue for ages to check passports and hope your luggage has arrived safely.

If I never saw another airport again, I'd be happy!

If there is anything worse than the aching tedium of staring out of car windows, it is the irritation of getting tickets, packing, finding trains, lying in bouncing berths, washing without water, digging out passports, and fighting through customs. To live in Carlsbad is seemly and to loaf at San Remo healing to the soul, but to get from Carlsbad to San Remo is of the devil.

abroad it is our habit to regard all other travelers in the light of personal and unpardonable grievances. They are intruders into our chosen realms of pleasure, they jar upon our sensibilities, they lessen our meager share of comforts, they are everywhere in our way, they are always an unnecessary feature in the landscape.

I don't like waiting in airports for my bags. Even worse, I don't like waiting in airports when my bags are lost.

Bureaucratic nonsense at airports drives me crazy.

Never try to be witty with U.S. airport officials. It's always lost on them and you'll find yourself being put back on the plane.

As for pictures and museums, that don't trouble me. The worst of going abroad is that you've always got to look at things of that sort. To have to do it at home would be beyond a joke.

There is probably no more obnoxious class of citizen, taken end for end, than the returning vacationist.