Why is it that everytime I travel I am always stuck next to that ONE OBNOXIOUS GUY on the plane? Last night, I sat next to that man for 8 hours. First, he took off his shoes. Granted, I know that's somewhat common...people do it all the time...to be more comfortable. But this man...oh this man...had the audacity to take off his socks too. Peef! And then he'd cross his legs and his bare foot would start etching its way over to my side. Gross. I think I just threw up a little in my mouth. Since we were taxi-ing forever, people were calling their posses to let them know we were delayed. I understand that. But when you're cramped on a full flight, you try your best to keep to yourself...it's common courtesy. This guy must have not gotten the memo. I swear even the pilot could hear him from the cockpit. It was absurd. To make things worse, he was an open-mouth loud chewer. Disgusting. He was always crowding my space, hogging the armrest and elbowing me. And he was so impatient with the flight attendants. Where's my water?! I need napkins! I just wanted to yell at him to simmer down (now)! They were doing the best they could. I just don't have very much tolerance for rude, impatient people. Ha.
So the reason I was on a plane was because I was in NY. I had such a great time, blizzard and all. I'm still stuck in that I-heart-NY-LA-sucks mood. It was exciting to be in the city with all that snow. I got to see all my friends there, with the one exception of Annie; we brunched it up with mimosas; watched football; went to a lesbian bar, which regardless of it's name wasn't so Heavenly; had snowball fights; watched an indoor soccer game; boozed it up; ate yummy vegan food; then throw in a little bit of modern art and a stroll through Central Park and I had a fan-fucking-tastic time.
Posted by Mollie Gamo at January 25, 2005 06:15 PM