I don’t have very many pet peeves. I like to think that I have a fairly high tolerance for crazy and annoying. But this is one that I can’t seem to get over. Every time I travel, it bothers me to the point that I start to worry that I might be developing anger issues. Like I might punch someone. Really. So I’ve just gotten off my nice, relaxing 3-hour flight where I got to wedge my head against the window and the chair in the hopes that I don’t wake up on the shoulder of the guy next to me (sorry guy on my last flight… I hope I didn’t drool too much). I trek my exhausted self from the plane to the shuttle and over to baggage claim #7. I stand a few feet back from the conveyor belt to wait patiently for my bags and before there is even enough time for a crowd to develop, a lady comes and stands directly in between me and the conveyor belt. Really!? Nope, I’m …