usually for me old people. they just love to fucking chat. most of the times I just try to sleep now so I don't have to talk to anyone.
I hate how every plane now is loaded to the gills with people. I'm still getting over a cold I caught on one three weeks ago. I miss the good old days when all the airlines were losing money because there were acres of space between people. Now we're wedged so tight 14 passengers smell my farts before I do. I also hate small dogs, kippers and the Irish. Especially kippers.
I don't know what it is, but I fly to Mexico alot and as SOON as the planes land, the mexicans all just push each other to get out of the plane....in the US, people usually let each other exit row by row but the mexicans just grab their shit and push through....especially the ladies. I try to jab them with my elbow as they push by.
Traveling around the world makes you realize how polite Americans actually are. I remember I was so fucking fed up with people shoving past me in Croatia. Once, I was getting ready to get on a bus I could sense some chick behind me, so I just said "fuck it" to myself and rudely shoved out an arm to grab the bus, thereby blocking her (and nearly clotheslining her in the process). I turn to look and the lady is wearing....A Fucking Neck Brace. Seriously. And not the "Carl Sagan turtleneck" type, but the full-on "metal screws going into her head to keep the shit all together" type. She stared at me like she wanted to eat my liver. I was lucky I didn't kill the lady. (Still--why the fuck was she trying to cut in? Jesus.) I felt like utter crap after that. I just gave up and decided if some rude fucker wants to cut ahead, it's not worth getting worked up over. On another trip I remember watching some Italians try to cut in to the front of a currency exchange in Denmark (before the Euro). They get to the front and this stern-looking viking woman behind the counter stares at them and waves her finger in the international symbol for "get to the fucking back you douches!" It was sweet victory watching them trudge behind us. I love the Danes.
