Current Mood:
Perturbed
Having a 6.5 hour commute to work sucks. Today it was awful. These are some of the reasons why I wanted to kill Mr. asshat this morning on the flight over to Seattle.
1. Not sharing the armrest. Give me 1/2 bitch!
2. Being upset if our arms happen to touch. Don’t get all defensive if I try and shove your arm onto your 1/2 of the armrest. it’s my right. Go away. I know, I know, you probably know kung-foo, I don’t care. They should not let you carry that onto a plane. You are probably a terrorist.
3. Talking to me if I’m reading, listening to my iPod, sleeping or doing none of the above. Piss-off. I don’t want to talk to you. I don’t want you to know all about me and I don’t care about you going to see your parents in China.
4. Being on your cell phone in the plane after landing / Having a ring-tone “(turn that shit off, I don’t care that you like AC/DC or Britney Spears).
5. Asking me to get up so you can go to the bathroom on a 45 minute flight. I’m in the isle seat, climb over. (but don’t touch my armrest)
