I’m waiting for my connecting flight in Atlanta to board for the flight to Charlotte. I’ve apparently caused some consternation. There were no empty seats in the waiting area, so I stood opposite the ticket counter, out in the main hallway. Apparently some travelers thought I was jockeying for good position, because a bunch of them got up and started lining up; a few of them affording me dirty looks like I was a line jumper or something. People are stupid. I have an assigned seat and a carry-on bag. I couldn’t give a damn when I get on the plan. Just as long as I do. Who cares, right? Oh, well. I’ll be in Charlotte soon, and I won’t have to deal with another human soul but Mama on the way back down to Florida.