I’m cursed. Another flight, another jerk.
This guy picked a fight in the boarding line up with a snide remark suggesting I didn’t belong there. (I was in the correct boarding group, thank you very much).
When he turned around a second time, I put up my hand, told him to not talk to me again, called him rude.
Thankfully, I wasn’t seated next to him. End of story. So I thought.
Nope. I was seated across the aisle (three seats over) and two rows back. I might as well have been sitting on this jerk’s lap. He was so loud I heard practically every word he said.
As I discovered in the line, he felt compelled to share his every thought and feeling.
Felt sorry for the unfortunate soul seated next to him – who had to listen to this guy ramble non-stop for about two hours. Must’ve been torture.
Among the things he talked about:
- The price of postage.
- “I did a masters.”
- “I freaked out every time the flights changed.”
Here’s some sound advice from Tank. Please stay home. Don’t travel. That way you’ll never have to be freaked out. As well, you’ll serve humanity by allowing people like me to nap on planes, in relative peace.
This jerk has earned a spot in…….