As soon as Mr. Obnoxious (that's what I'm calling passenger 18C because I never caught his name) got onto US Airways flight 1624 to Chicago I knew he was trouble. I was lucky enough to be sitting in 19C right behind Mr. Obnoxious who turned out to be Mr. Farter, yes he passed gas at least six times during the two hour ride.
Dressed in tivas, jean shorts, a t-shirt, hat, and gold watch Mr. Obnoxious held the flight up while he found an upper storage bin for his two over sized carry ons. I'm going to skip to the end of the flight because that's when Mr. O really showed his true colors, other then the fake tan he was already sporting.
When the plane landed and the seat belt sign turned off most passengers did exactly what they usually do, jump up, grab their luggage, and start peering over the person in front of them to see when the doors would open. I remained seated or for that matter sat back down when Mr. O picked up his cell phone and started a conversation in a voice loud enough to be heard in the cockpit (remember he was in 18C).
Mr. Obnoxious, "Hey babe, the only time I hear from you now is when you need money or plane tickets."
Me thinking...this is going to be a long conversation.
Mr. Obnoxious, "So, I still need you to do that favor for me with your grandma in Florida but you have to get there at night so you can go to the bank early the next morning."
Me thinking...poor grandma.
Mr. Obnoxious, "Am I going to see you in Vegas or California for Christmas? But there's nobody in Vegas. I had no idea I was coming to Chicago, got some business."
Me thinking...I would never want to do business with this guy and why is he sitting in coach? For the love of god aren't these types of people supposed to be in first class?
Then Mr. O exited the aircraft, of course still on the phone.
Male flight attendant, "Feel free to smack that guy when he gets off the plane, he only cares about himself."
Me thinking...It's nice to know I'm not the only one that wants to punch 18C in the face (by the way I don't usually have a violent bone in my body).
So to all my fellow travelers out there, please do not talk on your cell phones while exiting a plane because no one else wants to listen to your conversation...lesson learned.
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