All I want is something to drink. I also want to call my girl, but am afraid that will send the plane crashing down, although I’m not sure if that's why you can't have phones on. It’s really the only good reason I’ve thought of.
The woman next to me is now looking for something to do and keeps peeking over my shoulder to see what I’m doing. I hate that, I’m not a very interesting person, please leave me alone. But that would be rude so instead I turn away. Somehow that action has become socially acceptable while saying what you think isn't because it blatantly states something that might not be 'nice' and nobody wants that. Passive aggressive is definitely the way to go. Some people don’t follow those rules. Like the guy behind me.
The lights below us are in patches, you can tell city patches from country patches from suburban patches.
As we were boarding, the guy behind me had his ticket folded incorrectly. It’s not that hard really, there's a giant line that says 'fold here'. Anyway, the woman dinging in the tickets (that's what they call it, 'dinging') says he's going to delay the plane, which is already an hour and a half late, because she has to unfold the ticket. His response, 'we can keep talking about it and delay it more.' She doesn't like this and he thinks it's hilarious. You can tell he's one of those guys who used to be the shit and got used to it. Even after his potbelly grew in and the balding began. Of course someone has to comment on his comment, which just fuels him even more. Now he can't stop repeating what he said to the lady who really just wanted to get the plane off the ground.
Sometimes I think that's how life is, just trying to get the plane off the fucking ground. Then what, you just put it down somewhere else, what's the rush? I don't understand sometimes.
The stuartess, this time a male, and from the looks of his groomed self, gay, comes around handing out packets of peanuts that really only hold five peanuts in total.
The woman next to me is now looking for something to do and keeps peeking over my shoulder to see what I’m doing. I hate that, I’m not a very interesting person, please leave me alone. But that would be rude so instead I turn away. Somehow that action has become socially acceptable while saying what you think isn't because it blatantly states something that might not be 'nice' and nobody wants that. Passive aggressive is definitely the way to go. Some people don’t follow those rules. Like the guy behind me.
The lights below us are in patches, you can tell city patches from country patches from suburban patches.
As we were boarding, the guy behind me had his ticket folded incorrectly. It’s not that hard really, there's a giant line that says 'fold here'. Anyway, the woman dinging in the tickets (that's what they call it, 'dinging') says he's going to delay the plane, which is already an hour and a half late, because she has to unfold the ticket. His response, 'we can keep talking about it and delay it more.' She doesn't like this and he thinks it's hilarious. You can tell he's one of those guys who used to be the shit and got used to it. Even after his potbelly grew in and the balding began. Of course someone has to comment on his comment, which just fuels him even more. Now he can't stop repeating what he said to the lady who really just wanted to get the plane off the ground.
Sometimes I think that's how life is, just trying to get the plane off the fucking ground. Then what, you just put it down somewhere else, what's the rush? I don't understand sometimes.
The stuartess, this time a male, and from the looks of his groomed self, gay, comes around handing out packets of peanuts that really only hold five peanuts in total.
