Awww, thank you.
Yeah, you thought that woman was pissed? You clearly didn’t notice the poor shlubs sitting behind your wife!
I chainsawing your dog.
If it weren’t for the fact that the snotty lady in the OP is Japanese, I would SWEAR that I had the lovely experience of being seated next to her when I flew down to Texas in early 2004.
You described my flight experience next to old Ms. Important perfectly (Only much funnier and more clearly than I could). The lady I was seated next to (IIRC the Seattle to Dallas leg of my long 17 hour trip from Anchorage to Dallas) behaved in a way that very clearly, without a single word, indicated that she was just shocked and appalled that some lesser being had been allowed sit next to her.
Whichever poster it was that suggested that the OP was “projecting”? Horse Puckey! These types of people make it quite clear. There’s no mistaking their intent or what kind of attitude is behind their actions, eyerolls, shoulder twitches, and greatly-put-upon disgusted sighs.
Luckily for me, the flight wasn’t full and after dealing with her for about an hour into the flight, I was able to find a nice section of seats that was completely empty and was able to read in peace and take a nap. I know I let her get away with it, normally I would have been very upfront with a “exCUSE me? Has my sitting in my assigned seat offended you somehow?” type confrontation, but I just wanted to read, relax and nap, so I took off for a more peaceful part of the plane.
Were you in coach or first class?
Coach, (though if I can get one of those upgrade for 100 bucks deals and it’s a flight long enough to be worth it, I usually grab it!).
When I saw the thread title, I was reminded of an incident from my childhood.
We lived across the street from a family of slobs who owned a trio of constantly-barking small dogs. Despite numerous complaints from my father and other neighbors, nothing was ever done to curb the barking. “They’re watchdogs!” these people would protest. Any suggestion that most people owning “watchdogs” would at least look out the window occasionally to see what the dogs were barking about, and shut them up if there was nothing actually worth barking at, fell on deaf ears.
One night, after being kept awake for several hours by these dogs’ incessant yapping, Dad had had enough. He got dressed, went to the garage, and picked up his chainsaw. He walked across the street, fired up the chainsaw, and proceeded to chase the dogs around the neighbors’ house. He fully intended to kill those dogs, had he been able to actually catch them. Eventually he gave up, turned off the chainsaw, and came back home.
A short while later, a deputy knocked on the door. The neighbors had called and reported that somebody was racing a motorcycle through their yard, around and around their house (more evidence that they never bothered to actually look out the window to see what was going on). The deputies couldn’t find any tire tracks in the lawn, and my dad claimed he hadn’t heard a thing. The deputies glanced at my dad’s State Patrol vehicle parked in the driveway, decided the neighbor was full of shit, and went on their way 