Speaking of Boeing, this certainly isn’t suspicious at all. /s
Something I have come to grips with over the decades - many, many people would take another person’s life to get ahead, if they felt there was a very good chance they wouldn’t get caught. Those people walk around the planet with the rest of us. Chances are that you interacted with one yesterday.
I fly a lot and usually enjoy it. This morning is a rare exception. I’m on a flight right now and as fate would have it I have a window seat, which I always try to avoid. The guy in the middle seat didn’t even respond when I said hello as he took his seat. He immediately got on his phone for two very loud business calls. Everyone within three rows in either direction could hear him. He discussed multiple details of what sounds like a pretty large deal (around $175 million), dropped an F-bomb, berated one of his colleagues on one of the calls, and basically carried on that way until the flight attendant asked him to end his call. Topping all that off, he’s a pretty big guy (and I’m 6’3” about 210 lbs) and he absolutely doesn’t care about respecting my personal space. I’m glad this is only a 90-minute flight.
I’m always amazed when people talk in public settings—especially inside packed passenger airplanes—about obviously confidential matters that way. He got into strategy, how the other side of the deal might respond to various deal points, how his team should counter, etc. This flight is to Long Beach, where apparently the other side is based. How does he know no one’s listening who could use or disclose what he’s saying? Wow,
I used to fly about 200K miles minimum, on and off for the better part of 25 years, including every year for the last 10 prior to retirement. I spent WAAAYYY too much time sitting within earshot of people like your neighbor, trying to negotiate some persona space, all while attempting to avoid whatever germs they are spewing as the talk so loudly.
Retirement is bliss! I’ve hardly been on a plane since
I could go off on a rather long rant about that. With me, thing one is in the basement (living in what used to be my man-cave), thing two is across the hall from my home office where I’m typing this. They each pretty much only emerge to eat about half a dozen or more times each day. Food magically appears in the pantry/fridge/freezer regularly for them, (and dirty dishes left in the sink or on the counter or stove magically wash themselves and transport back into the cupboard.)
Young, cocky frat boy types who act as if they own the world when they haven’t really experienced life yet.
I have about 6 sitting behind me at the Delta Center today. Loud and obnoxious.
At one point they were saying the game was over, and I turned around and used the “Was it over when the Germans bombed Pearl Harbor?” line. They just stared ate me blankly.
A few minutes later, one made eye contact and said it was the Japanese that bombed Pearl Harbor.
Forget them! You were rolling.
PGA players that make bunker shots seem easy, while I look like Herman Munster getting out of sand.
Baseball pants in colors other than white, cream or gray are strictly prohibited. Baby blue is acceptable if it’s a school color. Pinstripe variations are fine except baby blue must be solid. Prefer cream to be solid as well but not a hard rule like the baby blues.
if you’re wearing black pants (looking at you Vandy), Navy, Royal (A&AM-CC), Red, Gold (Florida State) or any other color, please turn in your baseball card and proceed to the softball field.
People who gripe about minutiae like the color of baseball pants!
Well, @mUUser also drives a pickup truck. I’ve forgiven him for that, and he is a very good member here, so we probably should let his peeve about baseball pants go too.
I pulled out on 7th east where there was a guy speeding behind me who quickly navigated into the next lane over before cutting me off without signaling. This was all because I briefly slowed him down a bit.
People who want me to let pet peeves go!
Since when is it a sin to be a traditionalist?
Then there are the people who don’t want people to want them to let pet peeves go!
Curmudgeons with zero sense of humor.
There’s an epidemic of anger in society and wonder why so many carry so much of it with them. Feel like societies outcasts? Machoism? Lack of confidence? I don’t really know the reason but a lot of people seem to be easily triggered – I especially see it on the roads like what you experienced, sporting events, and in public discourse especially on politics. If patience (or reigning in anger) is the eighth virtue, it’s the virtue that may be the most difficult for people to master.
Curmudgeonophobes.