I hate airports now. I used to love them by association - for the traveling, meeting loved ones off their plane, seeing other people seeing their loved ones, oversized Tobelerone and unbridled magazine buying.

But now I hate them.

None of the above can cheer me up - the novelty has completely worn off. I associate airports now with rushing, stress, lines and annoying people. Mostly the annoying people.

It's probably not necessary; the rage that comes over me as soon as I step inside the terminal. But, I think, on occasion, it's justified.

Things might be different if I traveled first class, just maybe.

But until then, I'm going to find it hard to not be an airport bitch. So, I'm just going to direct this one to everybody else that's in the terminal. I'm not being crap - it's you.