I love being at airports. The air of big wide world, the clueless hectic of the people, the little rituals. But when going through for travel, there is one part which makes me rather angry: the queues. They always seem endless, not moving at all, and you are always stuck between the most obnoxious people possible.

Finally being free leaves one in the right mood to be annoyed by pretty much everything. The lack of signs when you need them. The duty free shop with idle shoppers being placed smack in the middle of the shortest path to the gate. The inadequate size and poor condition of the toilets. The price of a bottle of water. Well, everything.

A while ago, I started to write down all these things. In a vain attempt to be fair, I added the things I liked about the airport in question. Since I couldn’t come up with many, I decided to call the whole thing “needlessly critical” and be done with it.

So stay tuned for a lot of mostly unfair bitchin’ with a bit of truth at the core.