A Short Diatribe on Airplane Manners, and Other Things

I know I said I would try to avoid rants and pointless banter in this context, but I will break my own rule this time, probably because I'm overtired and possibly delirious.
I just awoke from a much-needed nap, after arriving late this morning from my overnight flight from the states. A young man spent the entire night blabbing on about his many exploits in life, including his brush-with-death-track-race and other tales, which he somehow managed to have made sound like a lifetime of death-defying adventures despite his being only 17.
I attempted to listen to music while I slept, but something about the timbre of his voice carried extraordinarily well, which was very unfortunate for me and anyone within a 15-foot radius who was trying to sleep.
I probably should've said something. But, he kept starting and stopping his stories, such that just before I would fall asleep, he would start talking again. I'm surprised that no one else said anything, either, but he seemed to be surrounded by young people who generally wouldn't dare to ask someone to be quiet. Actually, I think someone did ask him to pipe down, but it didn't seem to make much of a difference. By the time I was just about fed up with this chatter, the flight attendants announced it was time to wake up. boo.
Also, one last complaint: there is no elevator/lift at my rail station/tube stop! Horrors! I had to help some woman carry her baby carriage -- with baby inside -- up the stairs! As well as my own suitcases full of books!
Well, that's certainly enough of my complaints about unimportant things. Call it procrastination, avoidance from the things I really need to do. But I'm tired.