So I feel like I might hit this guy next to me on the plane. He plops his happy a** down in the middle seat next to me in the exit row (on a NOT full flight)and goes "ahhhhhhhhhh leg room ..." Then after we reach 10,000 feet he whips out his laptop and Blackberry and plugs his earbuds in his ears and starts tapping his unlaced sneakers and banging his hands on his laptop like it's a set of drums a la Kerry Smith.
Throws his paper half into my space and starts typing the idiots guide to using his company computer. First step "turn computer on." Second step "press ctrl-alt-del at the same time." UGH. "Point and click on Microsoft Outlook. Point and click on Internet Explorer." And he keeps throwing his bows into my seat. Where's my cranberry and vodka?!?
Oh here it is ... and he gives me the tisk tisk finger at adding my own vodka to the cranberry juice. Whatever ... go back to your idiots computer guide and rocking out to Jimi Hendrix and keep your stuff out of my space.





