Planes are a trip.
(No pun intended…haha)
I’m confused as to why people feel the need to speak to you as much as they can. It’s annoying. And frustrating. Let’s be honest. I don’t want to hear what you have to say. I don’t know you, I’m never going to see you again, and you’re trying to tell me that you want to know if I want a ride home from the airport.
You sick pervert. Please stop speaking my way.
A rough copy of the convberation went like this:
“When you get to Nashville do you have any ‘wheels?’ “
“Yes, do thank you.”
“Tomorrow night we’re going out to dinner in Nashville. You should come.”
“No thanks, I’m not going to be in Nashville tomorrow.”
What a freaking joke. I swear to god, lord help me. This is a joke. And the better part is, he’s on standby. So you’re saying no big deal, no it is a big deal, let me tell you why.
…The seat next to me is open…
**UPDATE***
So, if you think that was bad enough, try this...
I have now been sitting at JFK for the past 3 hours, waiting for my plane to take off, we have been on and off and back on and back off 3 different planes now. God help me if I don't get to Tennessee tonight. God Help. Me.
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