Yeah, I think that's the main problem. I work in my living room :) When I walked to and from public transportation, it was an additional 20 minutes of walking every day on top of gym time and having to walk everywhere because I didn't have a car. Definitely miss all of that sneaky extra exercise.

I like to resolve with 'more' in mind, rather than trying to talk shit to myself.

I just re-read a Ron Swanson quote about grabbing the waiter to tell him he made a mistake - You brought me the food my food eats.

THESE are the parents that people complain about when complaining about parents. Nice work, Ms Minkoff.

I like city scenarios that are all crazy extreme like this — at least when I'm not involved. A lady in traffic lost her mind at some dude, and he replied with a big smile and over-exaggerated "Omg! I know! Gah! I'm the WORST!" and I giggled for days.

Usually I can smell it, no matter what it's in. Even gummy candy. Just looking at it, and then it being in a container, maybe not. But have you heard those stories of people not being able to take food through security? Think of the god awful flight you'd have if they made you eat half of something to prove it wasn't…

Wowza. That feels extreme.

I had NO IDEA! You can get edibles through, huh? I always imagined myself trying, that being the day they have a drug dog, and him being a supersonic DEA employee and sniffing me out.

In flight book club!

Understood. I've just never been in a circumstance where a parent tried to make it stop. I have been on a flight with a kid who cried the entire time, and the parents bought everyone two drinks. That was expensive I'm sure, but much appreciated.

I would be, yes. That's just never actually happened to me. In every circumstance the parent has just ignored it.

Oh man. We took our cat back and forth over the holidays for about 5 years, because we would be gone for two or three weeks at a time and hated the idea of boarding him. When we figured out we could sneak the little dude on without paying extra, I thought I would weep with joy. No one in security ever asks for proof!…

Right?! And your face is THISCLOSE to mine. I don't care to see your uvula.

You ARE so lucky. I feel like I'm on Daycare Air most of the time.

Maybe they think their tiny angelic feet are so lovely and small that they can't possibly be felt through the seat.

Follow up question: Do I say anything? I've always just screamed internally. Because I think - well, clearly they see this happening. It's got to stop sometime, right? Nope? AHHHHHHHHHHH! I'm afraid if I did say something, I'd be a pretty big asshole about it.

I'm giving no tiny holiday break to seat kickers. I have NO IDEA why parents sitting by kids allow them to do this. Can someone please let me know?

My brothers cats have thumbs. And they silently appear out of nowhere, so when you turn around, THERE THEY ARE. Creepy motherfuckers.

This is incredible information you have given me. I always was bummed about the having to be public when I won part, because I would have a hard time telling people know.

Yeah....there's a lot of growing that needs to be done. I have a 24 year old coworker 'friend' who is dating a 34 year old dude. As a 33 year old, I'm confused as fuck with this dude.