There are crying babies everywhere. On the airplane; in the airport; in your salad; underground; they're fucking everywhere.
You know what's worse than a crying baby, besides being a parent who owns one, literally nothing. I just had to ask a polite old man if I could use his handkerchief to wipe the blood dribbling from my ears.
Luckily I have my laptop and any good airport will provide free wifi. Le Son to the rescue.