I traveled this past week, so I have a lot to offer this thread...
First, the obligatory: If you're in the left lane and moving the speed limit, not passing anyone, or, worse yet, texting, MOVE THE FUCK OVER. Holy moly. (And no, I'm not talking about the fine line cases, I'm talking about the obvious, "there are ten cars behind you, and plenty of room to move over" cases.) At one point, this car was going LESS than the speed limit, sitting in the left lane, and a car behind her decided to pass on the right. He was in the middle lane (I was already over in the far right lane, where I usually am) and we sort of went by together, just about. I looked over, and the girl - looked up from her texting and - with her phone in her hand - flipped off the guy passing her, as if HE is in the wrong!
Second, how hard is it to NOT stand around and crowd the gate when boarding a plane? If you're Group 5, and they are boarding Group 1 or 2, why do you need to stand literally in the pathway to the gate?
Third, I watched a woman put her suitcase in the overhead, then sit right below in that row. She let one or two people pass, then stood up and pulled her suitcase out and moved it two rows BEHIND her. So now when we unload, she either needs to push back to get her suitcase or wait until everyone goes past and go back and get it. If it's the latter, I could care less, that's her business, but that's not usually how it works out.
Fourth, the drive through. I'm on the Mass Pike (I live in CT but flew out of Boston), and I decide I'd like a refreshing iced tea from McDonald's on the way home. So I pull in behind a minivan. They are ordering and I can see the guy gesturing out of the window at the order microphone. He finally moves up and I notice before the screen resets, that the tab is "$62.95". I order my tea - $2.00 plus or minus - and move up to the window. He's paying, and I see money going back and forth, and him gesturing again. Finally he moves up to the pickup window and as I pull up to the pay window, I see the kid putting change in the drawer and shaking his head. To make conversation I say "did that guy really order $62 worth of food?" and he says "yes, and all special order stuff." I'm like, ugh. I pay, and pull up. The bag comes out. Then SIX drinks. Then I see a box container going back into the store and more gesturing. Another bag, and then a few seconds later, a couple more of the box containers going back into the store. Finally the dude in the window gestures for the van to pull up to the "Special Order Waiting" window, and the fucking guy pulls up half way. So now I have my refreshing tea, but I can't get past this asshole to get out! Finally I blew my horn, he moved up enough I could jockey around (with the use of reverse) and in a rare display (believe it or not I'm not a road rage kind of guy, at all) I rolled my window down, and yelled "go inside next time you lazy sacks!". If you have a big order or a special order, be courteous and go inside (there were six people in the van; even if there was a handicapped or disabled person in the van they weren't ALL, that was clear. The driver looked like a reasonably fit man in his mid-twenties). And it's not like Mickey D's is chock full of "allergens"; if there are pickles and you don't like pickles, pull them off. Life will go on. This isn't a $120 steak cooked to perfection. As I swung around to leave, I noticed that a line that used to be two cars (me and the van) now stretched back into the parking area.