HoodaThunk?

In my various travels by air I’ve come to the conclusion that the odds of getting an uncomfortable seat on a plane (meaning that you’re seated next to someone you’d prefer not to be) increase dramatically when you tempt fate with your actions. Really, really, really hoping to not have someone seated in the middle seat of your row because you didn’t get to bed early enough last night like you should have or making an ungracious comment to someone at a key moment are good examples.

And by “ungracious comment” I mean something like what happened to Blackfive this week.

So I rush to the airport and get in the security line about five minutes before my boarding time.  In front of me is what I would call “TurboDude”.  You all know TurboDude – great suit, perfectly coiffed hair, fake tan, jewelry, always smiling those porcelain veneers, high powered suit type.

So TurboDude is in front of me.  And he hasn’t taken care of business yet…meaning, he’s taking of his watch right before the xray machine, then he slowwwwwly takes of his belt and slloooowwwwwly curls it up perfectly before placing it in the xray tote, then he unfolds his money and starts sorting it by 5s, 10s and 20s.  I was losing my patience and I was in a hurry so I went around him.  Didn’t want to miss my flight.

There’s the setup. Go have a look at his post for the rimshot – it’s priceless!