I am the kind of person that needs personal space. Most of you know this about me, so it’s no surprise I am sure to hear, that I was annoyed on my flight to Nashville today. Oh yah, and I am prone to irritability too, I think it’s ingrained in my DNA. Anyhoo, let me list some of the things that are surefire ways to bug the crap out of me.
1. Gum popping, cracking, and loud chewing in general.
2. Whistling
3. Loud laughter and talking
4. Heavy sighing
5. Perfect strangers touching me from stem to stern
6. Fidgety people
1 or 2 of these can be dealt with, but all of them from the same person in the same 2 ½ hour flight in a small airplane with no chance of escape is hardly to be born (And I have recently quit taking Xanax on planes, so I didn’t even have the sweet, sweet release that comes with drug induced euphoria to help me cope). To the Gentleman in 19 C, you best be saying your prayers of gratitude that the TSA confiscated my Swiss Army Knife, because you almost got it right in the thigh. Seriously dude, I paid over 500 dollars for my ticket and that entitles me to sit in my seat by myself. And I am sure that your David Baldacci novel was a nail biter, but for hells sake, sit still!
I just don’t understand why people are not more AWARE of how they affect the people in their orbit. Like the guy at the movie theater who talks on his cell phone, or the couple at the Jazz Concert who talk throughout the entire set, or the dingleberry at the airport who slaps you in the face with his coat as he flings it over his shoulder. I try not to do these things, so I just don’t get why other people aren’t as courteous. Is it because they are just that obtuse? Or is it selfishness?
Oh and to top it all off somehow my suitcase went to Cincinnati and I went to Nashville. I don’t know how they lose your suitcase when you are on a direct flight but I guess its just going to be one of those days for me. I NEED my pink panda pajamas to wear while I watch the Oscars.
Anyway thanks for letting me vent. I have some takeout chocolate cake and somehow I shall muddle through having to watch the Oscars in my jeans and tomorrow will be another day.
Sunday, February 24, 2008
Princess Pet Peeve # 2
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4 comments:
I'm sorry you had to deal with an annoying guy on the plane. And on top of that you couldn't wear your pink panda pajamas to watch the Oscars. That blows. Since I hate flying myself I totally feel for you. We are going to Hawaii again in October and I may need to look into taking Xanax myself, thanks for that little tip.
Oh, Heather, you know how much compassion I have for you at this time! Our flights to and from Salt Lake on this last trip were shear hell. I mean, HELL! So, I have compassion for you. I too am aghast at human beings who have little or no respect for the personal space and comfort of those they fly with. And to think that David and I are trying to aggressively earn our Skymiles with our new AmEx cards so that we can save money when we fly again in August. What, oh what, are we thinking?!
In the meantime, Lamb, I hope you have a lovely time in Tennessee. Thanks for your comment on the blog, by the way. There's something new that I think you'd like. And as one of your fans (an addict like Melissa, actually), I'd love to hear your responses to the Oscars. I didn't watch them, but I'm sure you've got fun insights since you're the one who actually saw the movies in question. So...?
What no Xanax??? I don't think I would be alive without that drug. Granted I can't find it right now and I think I am going to the PBR tomorrow night. What am I thinking?? Hopefully I can get the dr to get me a refill tomorrow.
Hope they find your luggage because it could be worst to have to go out in public wearing the same thing a couple of days in a row.
Oh, my goodness. LOL, I know that it is one of your pet peeves, but I think that you would have been honored that I was delighted by your from of relaying the story to the rest of us. I am sorry that you had to share your seat...
I love you.
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