As I’m standing in line to board my delayed flight, an already tight connection now a virtual impossibility, a friendly reminder that if you’re feeling irritated by a thing, chances are others are feeling similarly, and they, like you, would enjoy nothing more than to channel every un-hugged moment in their childhood as witty vitriol in the general direction of anything with a pulse.

It’ll all be ok. Let’s put our headphones on, stare at our phones, and bask in the upcoming miracle of flight.