here’s how it began, at least from my perspective. i awake to laughing. wait, i should backup. we had arrived at the airport at 5am yesterday morning. ok, now there is context. so, i awake to laughing. i try to open my eyes. i don’t see anything. i remember that i had pulled my cap down to sleep. i push my cap up. my wife toni is talking to a lady across the aisle from her, one row up. they are laughing and pointing at this lady’s feet. or, more precisely, the items that are taking up the space that this lady’s feet should be occupying. i ask, “what’s going on?” toni responds, “would you look at this? [!] this guy walked on the plane with the largest stack of newspapers i’ve ever seen [!] and then starts reading them and shoving them under HIS seat. not the seat in front of him where HIS feet go, but under his seat where HER feet go. [!!!] this has been going on the whole flight. she [assumedly the lady whom toni has been addressing] asked him if he reads papers from around the world or just the contiguous united states and he replied, ‘oh, i read everything,’ with a snooty smirk.” i lean over so i can see.
pet peeve: people on airplanes oblivious to other passengers.
random pet peeves?