It’s a running joke between my partner and I that I’m my worst self at the airport. I hate lines, I hate people who act like they’ve never been in an airport before, meandering slowly, or asking longwinded questions to unassuming TSA agents. As a frequent flier, I’m a well-oiled machine and I get impatient with people who don’t arrive in max-efficiency mode. Is it my best trait? Admittedly, no. But, what I lack in airport zen I make up for in all sorts of type-A ways.