Sunday, August 12, 2007

I don't want to talk to you. Why do you not understand that.

This is really what I wanted to say to the she/male that was sitting next to my on the plane ride back from MN yesterday. It all started when I woke up in the morning like three hours (if that) after I went to sleep. Needless to say this followed a night of heavy drinking, and much fun (but I will leave that for another post). No big deal though I was flying out later in the day anyways, so I didn't really figure I would need to be high functioning or anything.
Day started out well, hung out etc, then went to the airport. Got there rather early because I didn't really listen to the answer when I asked Ter what time I needed to leave for the airport. But such is life. So I sit down to read my book and wait to board the plane. I started to get a little nervous when the plane still wasn't there at like 5:20 which was a half hour before we left. But alas it came and deboarded, and reboarded in like 15 min. Which was a little wierd, but what do I really care you know. So I wait till my row is called and board the plane, but when I get to my seat there are two kids sitting there. I'm all what the fuck. One of them explained it well by saying this seat is already taken. I resisted the urge to bitch slap her, and say yeah by me. I wait and a women who apparently is the childerns mother come back, and says, while putting all her shit away and sitting down. "Do you mind if we switch seats, so I can sit by my girls, its still and isle seat." Now I'm a bit hung over and tired, so I again resisted the urge to scream at the lady who was rude enough to sit down, and say thanks before I could even get a word out. So I sat down across the isle thinking to myself. Bitch I didn't have the damn isle seat I had the window seat and if you wanted to sit by your fucking gets you had more than ample oppertunity to make that work out BEFORE you got on the damn plane. The flight was not full so either she was too stupid to get to the airport on time, or too stupid to figure out that if you want to sit with your kids you might want to go with the pre-picking of your seats, which they allow you to do by clicking on he seat of your choice when you buy the tickets. It really is terribly hard.

I sit down and start reading my book. Again I just want to read and get home then call it a day. Then the lady nexts to me decides she wants to talk to me. I use the term lady loosely here as I'm pretty sure if thats what she is now thats not what she started out life to be. Of course she's never heard of the book I try to one word answer her, but she won't stop talking. On top of that she's complaining. About how her trip has been messed up and she's been at the airport since 1pm, blah, blah, blah. I don't know how much I can take of this so I just try to nod and keep reading. She tries to use her phone to play games in airplane mode (I know this because I got a wonderful explanation), but the phone wouldn't work with her bluetooth headset or some such shit. Then she decides that she's going to listen to the radio I think thank God she won't talk to me anymore. Then she starts laughing out loud in this really crazy man like women voice. I'm dear lord help me, and he didn't because then she proceeded to tell me the jokes she was laughing at. She really just wouldn't stop. She took her headphones off and was like when are we going to land. Are we on the same plane because your sitting right next to me how the hell do you think I know more then you. Seroiusly I just wanted to punch the lady in the face that made me switch seats with her.
Let this be a lession to all of you out there. If someone is reading next to you with their book really close to their face, and giving you one word answers or nodding, its a pretty damn good sign that they really don't want to talk to you. Not only that but they really don't want to hear you bitching about shit. Take is home talk to your friends write a blog, do something just leave me the fuck alone.

2 comments:

dr gonzo said...

really... this could only happen to YOU.

Anonymous said...

you were totally giving shim that look over your glasses, weren't you?

i still would have asked if shim was pre or post-op. and, if pre-op, what it was like to have boobs and a cock and balls.

actually, i'd have a lot of questions...

-j10