and so it went a little something like this -
i walks onto the plane earlier.
oh look, from down the plane i can see that some old dude is in my seat. he gets up to put something in the overhead compartment. his wife is in the seat beside him. i say -
'oh hi, that's my seat, but, i don't mind sitting at the window, if you want to sit [next to him] (i trailed off)
'OH. OH RIGHT. WELL. well. do you want to sit here?' *gesturing to the middle seat*
'well, i really don't mind, i mean, if you two....'
'we ARE together. he'll move if you want to sit there'
'well, no really, i'll sit anywhere, i don't mind at all'
'JUST WAIT A SECOND TILL HE MOVES'
like, what? fucking weirdos. i felt like that rude young girl who old people hate and complain about. except i wasn't. they were weird. and rude. damn them. DAMN THEM.
the later when we landed -
'this is your captain.... blah blah... it's now 6.05'
(old man to wife) 'is it 6.05? do you make it 6.05'?
(wife) 'no. no i don't'
(man to air hostess) 'i don't make it 6.05, it's not 6.05, do you have 6.05'?
(air hostess, looks at watch) 'yes'
(airhostess then says) 'what time do YOU make it'?
(old man) '6'
YOU FUCKING. FREAK.