Up, up and away!
Well it is take off time! After a frantic night of running around and packing I am finally on... dare I say... oh hell... VACATION!
Today's rant? Well it is business travelers with bad attitudes. And trust me there are a lot of them. I guess you would call it air rage.
I boarded the plane and some haughty taughty little business chickie is sitting in my seat. (Mind you I upgraded to first class... WOO HOO!) She has the audacity to moan and roll her eyes at me when I say "Excuse me you are in my seat."
She then proceeds to dramatically fling her stuff over to the seat next to me. Meticulously selecting one item at a time huffing and grumbling the whole time. Finally she is seated and smoothing out her outfit and hair like a bird preening for show. By now I am thinking that I am trapped in this plane sitting next to Cruella DeVille. When what to my wondering eyes should appear but a handsome young stud I've been waiting for all year! (Insert giggle here.) Well not exactly but it rhymed.
Even Cruella had to take a glance over.
It took every fiber in my being to not: a.) completely loose it rolling on the floor laughing and b.) get on my hands and knees and thank god when he leaned over me and told her she was in his seat!
Oh sweet mother of god what another production number. It turns out that Cruella didn't even have a first class ticket. Now here is the topper. As she is gathering her laptop, shopping bag and mammoth carry bag, she received a very unpleasant piece of news from the Stewardess, "Ma'am, your seat is in the bulkhead row and you will have to stow those in the overhead bin."
Let's just say that when it was all said and done with it had been one long production and she probably would have won an award for her performance. Look out Susan Lucci.
Oh yes, the stud muffin you ask. Well he was cut, didn't talk to much, had a smile that would light up a room, arms of twisted steel and a butt you could bounce a quarter of off. Unfortunately, he didn't like computers and actually admitted (out loud mind you) that he doesn't even know how to use one. So much for him. At least he was a pretty package even though an empty one and way better than Cruella.
Cruella wasn't the only one though. You've got the generic cranky old man who has been traveling for years. The woman who is traveling with three kids pushing the ankle biting stroller. Or how about the woman who is traveling wearing a short skirt and super high heels with two carry on bags that now realizes she looks good but that outfit was such a bad idea for practicality.
Oh well. At least I am on my way!
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