Flying and being at the airport is fun when you’re 11, but as an adult, it’s just a big, giant nightmare. You’re crammed into a sky Greyhound inches away from people that apparently haven’t heard of showers yet and for your troubles you get a plastic shot glass of ginger ale and a .05oz bag of dollar store trail mix. But maybe the worst part takes place before you even get on the plane. The airport itself is just awful. It’s crowded and loud and everything is priced like we’re preparing for a global catastrophe and need to stock our bomb shelters. Honestly, how is that legal? If airports wanted to be honest, they should make their terribly outdated menus more like this.