I think that flying is meant to be uncomfortable by design. You cram 150+ strangers into a metal tube with recirculated air and barely enough room to shift in your seat, hoping that nothing goes wrong at you soar through the air at 550+ miles an hour. (It doesn't help when you forget to charge the DVD player the night before and have no other entertainment options planned for the trip.) The only thing that makes it worse is screaming children, an unfortunate condition that occurred on my most recent flight from Salt Lake to Atlanta.
Now this is an area where I have some mixed feelings. On the one hand, parents can't very well slip their kids some sleeping pills, tie them to the seat and call it good and there's a limited amount then can do when little Johnny decides to give his lungs an Olympic workout. You don't know if their kids are normally really good and today is just a bad day. On the other hand… I still have an instant teeth-gritting reaction to temper tantrums in such close proximity for extended periods. Some part of me always thinks "why didn't you train your kids to NOT be total brats for hours on end before getting them on a plane?" Fair? No, but I'm sure most of you have that instant reaction whether you like it or not.
This particular brother/sister pair decided that they needed to fight most of the way there which usually resulted in the parents trying to give them the stink-eye to hush them up. As we got off the plane after three long hours, I recognized them from earlier in the security line back at Salt Lake. The little boy had thrown a literal kicking-and-screaming temper tantrum in the security line because he wasn't allowed to hold his backpack while they went through. Far be it from a not-quite-yet-a-parent to know how to raise children, but seriously? Kids don't turn out that way overnight.
Maybe I should just remember to charge the DVD player.