chase the light

Had to get up at 6:00am this morning to catch my flight back to L.A. I’ll never fly in and out of San Jose ever again. San Francisco airport, although much bigger, is able to handle its capacity. The fashion police have yet to arrive in the Valley to strip everyone of their Bill Gates look. The button down shirts, khaki pants and tennis shoes or Dockers are still the style of choice. It looks as dated as a “Members Only” jacket now. Finally got on the plane and grabbed a window seat so I could sleep a little. A guy who was on his phone out in the terminal thought he wasn’t going to get on the flight. He got on and grabbed the middle seat in my row. He proceded to invade my space for the next hour as he constantly wanted to look out the window. Next time buddy, get to airport earlier so you too can have a window seat. I tried to discourage him by leaning really far forward while looking out the window and blocking most of the view. This only seemed to encourage him as I could feel him lean against me to struggle to get a view. I turned and looked at him and damned if he was five inches from my face. Get the hell off of me! How rude. The backup non-confrontational plan of leaning away from him and sleeping worked much better. As we were flying over Ventura he looked at me and said, “Very sick crowds”. I stared blankly for a second. Did he just say “very sick crowds”? He could tell I had no idea what he was talking about. So he repeated slower this time like it was going to help. “V e r y s i c k c r o w d s”. I looked at him and repeated very slowly, “very sick crowds” with a puzzled looked. He pointed out the window and said again “very sick crowds”. Oooooohhhhhh.. “Very THICK CLOUDS!” Yeah, no shit, you’ve been crawling over me to look at them the whole trip. The ever so subtle language of Engrish. [LINK]

Now a whole day at work. Suck.