The Guy Sitting Next To Me On The Plane…

…was rude to Annie when we boarded and proceeded to be arrogant at every opportunity thereafter.

Since he was sitting in the aisle seat I waited for him to get his iPad set up on his tray table along with his beer, beef jerky and can of roasted almonds.

I then patiently waited as he then hooked up his headphones and started watching a movie.

Once he was completely set up, like he was home in his living room, I informed him that I had to use the bathroom.

Less than pleased, he gathered everything up in his arms and stood impatiently in the aisle as he waited for me.

And waited for me.

I socialized with one of the flight attendants, chatted with another woman standing in the aisle— and took my sweet time getting back.

He finally got so frustrated that he carefully laid it all in his seat and used one of the other bathrooms, himself.

Then he went back to his seat— and waited for me some more.

Once I got back and he was set up again, I started asking him questions.

And each time he’d have to pull his headphones aside to hear me.

Then we had some heavy turbulence and he had to frantically grab for all his stuff.

So even God got in on the action.

I’m totally digging that.

All in all I feel like we put the universe back in balance after his rudeness.

-sometimestitfortatisthebestcourseofactionchelle