Last month Jocelyn and I took a trip to the States to visit friends and family, attend Teri & Jimmy’s wedding, and take a vacation to Nevada and Arizona.
So, there we were, sitting at the departure gate at Manchester Airport on a bright Monday morning, having awoken at 04:30 to make our way across the Pennines.A few seats away were a group of teenagers.They were from Michigan, and they were annoyingly noisy.Thus began our American adventure.
Joce was the first to show irritation at her countrymen – “God, why is it that only the fat obnoxious noisy American choose to travel abroad?".In retrospect, I’m not sure that’s true – it’s just that, by their nature, you’re more likely to notice obnoxious noisy people, of any nationality, and the non-native accents just make them stand out even more.As it happened, there were some British teens mixed into the group – some kind of exchange trip between West Yorkshire and Michigan, no doubt providing some well-earned relief for the parents.
Ignoring this noise, we focused our attentions instead on the cute little lass (circa 2 or 3 years?) wandering round with wide eyes, and playing with her dad. “We’ll have kids like that,” Joce told me.
Yikes!