Airport Cart People I believe the closest thing we have to royalty in America are the people that ride in those little carts through the airport. They come out of nowhere. “Beep, beep. Cart people, look out, cart people!” We all scurry out of the way like worthless peasants. “Ooh, it’s cart people. I hope we didn’t slow you down. Wave to the cart people, Timmy. They’re the best people in the world.” If you’re too fat, slow, and disoriented to get to your gate on time, you’re not ready for air travel.
