Sigh. Shrug. The anthem of the 3rd world problem is all around us, just listen.
This morning, I was buckled and ready on an airplane. The captain came on the speaker (that was quite loud for the record) and announced that departure would be delayed for 5 minutes. Apparently the the flight information from Minneapolis had not loaded into the computer. The data that will allow the plane to fly itself, in the event of an unfortunate demise of a pilot, was a little slow being beamed thousands of miles into space and loading into our state-of-the-art aircraft, and the passengers collectively sighed, exasperated. For the record, just over a hundred years ago we celebrated a fifteen-second flight. Reminds me of this oldie but goodie from Louis C.K.:
Why so exasperated? This life ainâ€™t so bad. I cannot remember a time when I went without a meal. Iâ€™ve slept on a mattress that was better than royalsâ€”even in college. I get on an airplane and travel thousands of miles in mere hours. My kids are healthy and will probably live well into their 100s. Yet, if the guy at Taco Bell shorts me a taco, Iâ€™m exasperated.
And now look, you just wasted a few minutes reading my rant. You should be exasperated. Sigh.