I exaggerate. :) Traveling INTO Newark is actually not bad at all. It's getting out of the place that gives me fits.

Even figuring out where in the world I'm supposed to go to check in - and what is up with millions of escalators in places where people are still overburdened with their luggae to be checked?? - is difficult. The worst of it, though, is waiting to take off from Newark.

I have this magic talent which slows down all things in front of me. Whether it's the previously speeding car in the fast lane, the Express Checkout at the grocery, or the interminable line of airplanes at Newark -- none can resist my amazing ability. I've been known to apologize to anyone with the misfortune to join a line behind me. :)