So I’m on a flight yesterday and unable to get upgraded over the dummies in coach due to a totally full flight. I’m in the aisle seat, and this heavy-set, overconfident nerd next to me in the middle seat (after conducting an interview on the phone from the jetway until the point we took off; worse still, by talking through the Apple wired headphones and holding that little voice piece up to his oft-used pie hole like a twerp), pulls out his 2002-looking laptop as soon as we get to cruising altitude and then starts hoisting his hefty arms onto each armrest and blasting away emails – but is typing so furiously that I am feeling a constant, low-grade movement on my right side.
I get that the poor bastards who get stuck in the middle seat should technically have “dibs” on the armrests, but that doesn’t mean that they should be able to sprawl out and jam their sweaty elbows into my ribcage for a 4-hour flight. I have calmed down quite a bit in my old age, but all I could think about was telling this a-hole to get his f*****g arms off the armrests, and follow it up with a bit of unsolicited nutrition advice.
Then I started to get bothered by other things, such as the following, in no particular order:
– This dude was one of these schlubby overweight guys that dresses in slim jeans with those big chunky glasses, as if he weighed 140 lbs. soaking wet, yet my boy was probably pushing three bills, minimum.
– He was clearly conducting an interview prior to takeoff, and it sounded like it was for some consulting firm. He kept using terms like “brand development” and “relationship skills.” I was thankful for the close proximity to a barf bag in the seat pocket in front of me. Then I thought, who is this clown conducting this interview? Did some consulting firm partners get together and say, hey, we need to get this stocky man-child to conduct an interview for us; we care about what he thinks? Worse, what about the poor schmuck on the other end of that phone, actually having to impress this compulsive donut-inhaler?
– If this guy thought he was such a BSD, why was he stuck in the middle seat? Sure, maybe he was a standby, but still, humor me.
– One last item is that to top it off, this bozo was one of these people that continuously is interested in whatever you’re reading or whatever you’re looking at on your phone. I have excellent peripheral vision and I can pick up when people are doing that, so I quickly snap my head to make eye contact to silently make the point “wtf are you looking at?” I did it enough times to where he decided to pay attention to his own s#!t finally.
I will not even get started on the hipster-looking douche in front of me with the prerequisite lumberjack beard, shaved head except for a long slick of hair on top, and flannel shirt that – get this – wore aviator sunglasses the entire time from inside the airport until we deplaned.
So having said all of that, what are the most annoying habits of people on planes that you have experienced?