I generally feel neutral or indifferent towards strangers until I am on a plane, and then I realize I actually carry a deep hatred of two specific types of Plane People:
The Touchy Couple
You know when you purchase an aisle seat to get those two more inches of extra room, but then you’re sat next to Kat and Kameron Kissface? Why does the man always sit in the middle and why does he spread both his arms over the arm rests and open his legs out so you have to awkwardly scoot your legs into the aisle to avoid touching him when we all know it’s common courtesy to keep your hands and feet inside the middle seat. And Kat won’t stop touching him, can’t keep her hands off Kameron, and if they don’t play with each others hair and hands and faces every 30 seconds they might die. And every time Kat adjusts in her seat and complains, Kameron bumps you again and you want to flush them both down the airplane power toilet.
The Awful Family
- Arrives late
- Don’t know how to put a carry on in the top compartment
- Spills water down the aisle
- Screaming baby
- The baby is still screaming
- Makes me never want kids
- Also babies should not be allowed on flights where do they need to go that badly, keep them low to the ground until they’re 7.
Everyone else is fine.
Prattle Peach 