The smug git who decided that it would be a good idea to prevent people taking trollies onto the Heathrow Express platform. And, in fact, that they would put barriers in place meaning you have to cart your bags several hundred yards to the train. I hope one day all the wheels fall off your luggage at the barrier just as you tread on a nail with one foot, twist the other ankle, and throw your back out. And I hope your luggage is extra heavy that day too, you bastard. With a bit of luck, you’ll just miss the last train and have to cart it all back as well.
And here’s another one. Shrink-wrapped soap. WTF???
Oh, and anything sold in an airport shop that comes in that thick heat-sealed plastic that you need a knife or scissors to open, in just precisely the one type of place on earth where you aren’t allowed to have one.
FAs who bring your jacket back an hour before you land.
Porters who insist on taking your bags the last ten feet when you have already manhandled the damn things through several miles of shag-piled corridors but who expect a tip for getting it from the door of the hotel to the door of the cab,
Cabdrivers who stand idly by their car while you load the bags into them instead of helping.
Airline check-in staff that call economy passengers to the premium check-in desks even though they can see you ten feet away heading straight for them.