I flew back to Oregon last night. Normally I don't mind at all because it's only a 57 minute flight or something. Last night however I was not so impressed. I was seated comfortably in seat 6A. I got the whole (2 seats) row to myself. I took a little nap on take-off, I drank some juice, had some bbq potatoe chips and when I was abou to open up my book and begin to read I caught a little movement out of the corner of my eye...
The couple sitting in seats 2C and 2D were going at it like rabbits. I don't mean a little smooch whilst at 30,000 feet. I mean tongues entangled, faces mashed, "arethosetwoheadsorjustaoneheadedperson?" kind of action. I nearly puked. Please don't misunderstand me. I don't hate couples. I don't hate kissing in public. I don't even hate an occasional tap on the ass (not a grab, a tap). What I do dislike is being stuck in a tin can while a couple is trading slobber and probably infecting the air with mono. Just, EW DUDE.
Monday, December 04, 2006
Please store your hoover in the overhead compartment
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I'm with you. However, in those moments of, um, "here's a condom, you two look like you'll need it later." I also stop myself because I wonder if I would hate it so much if it was my head and tongue being mashed.
You know?
yeah I thought about that too and I was telling myself that I would feel differently but I would also not be so slobbery about it. wait till you get to the airport bathroom for god's sake!
Can a J. Edgar fit on those bins?
I don't mind PDAs to a point. Once the couple hits the "My god they're doing it right here!" point they've passed my limit. Especially in a plane.
Perfect oppotunity for a 30 thousand foot three-way, and you blew it.
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