People on planes have the worst, absolutely most awful attempts at small talk. And why even attempt it? What the everlasting fuck makes you assume that, simply because we happen to be seated next to each other, there exists some sort of moral imperative that you engage me in some inane conversation for which I did not ask and clearly - because I'm reading a BOOK fer chrissakes - do not want?
And for the love of Mike, why, in the name of all that's pertinent, would you ask, 'Where are you headed?' It's a non-stop flight, you dimwitted bumhole - I'M GOING TO THE SAME PLACE YOU ARE!!!
jeezes pleezus.
Boru
And for the love of Mike, why, in the name of all that's pertinent, would you ask, 'Where are you headed?' It's a non-stop flight, you dimwitted bumhole - I'M GOING TO THE SAME PLACE YOU ARE!!!
jeezes pleezus.
Boru
‘I can’t be having with this.’ - Esmeralda Weatherwax
