Notes From A Plane Trip
I’m flying Southwest in bad weather. The plane can’t take off yet. The old asian lady on my right has made herself comfortable by taking off her shoes. So far she has checked her watch and made a clicking sound with her tongue six times. Sometimes she also shakes her head enthusiastically, indicating that she is not content. -Oh! There it is again… that lovely tongue click- She’s been looking out the window this whole time as if somehow it will expedite out trip. -Oh! Another dissatisfied tongue click-
The woman on my left has now cracked her knuckles and wrists at least ten times. It seems like a ritual: first she cracks her knuckles, then her wrists, and then she adjusts her watch. She’s reading something on her iPad. I hate iPads. They make me fear the extinction of actual, proper books. It’s just not the same. Stop telling me it’s the same. Her iPad is this annoyingly neon shade of pink… and it matches her nails. How nice. I bet it’s a stupid book too… or at least it was recommended by a book club or Oprah. -yet another clicking noise from my friend on the right-
They’re both looking at me me writing now. Good luck reading my sloppy ass hand writing bitches. -and we’re off!-
Fuck I’m a cynical bitch.
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