Rudness is Everywhere
Even when I look for the very best in people, rudeness is everywhere. I fly USair and United almost exclusively because they fly direct to most of the cities I go to and have reciprocity programs for mileage. I have USAir club membership and upgraded to the United Red Carpet Club but there is an odd loophole which is that if I’m flying USAir out of Chicago (for example), O’Hare has a Red Carpet Club but since I’m ticketed on USAir today, I can’t use the club; even thought I’ve paid membership fees. Most airports will give you some wiggle room and let you in anywhere but because O’Hare is both a cluster f* and a hub for United, they enforce the policy like some kind of TSA off-shoot.
I wondered terminal E/F gate to gate looking for an outlet for my piece of s* Dell Latitude D610 with a battery life that matches the attention span of a 2 year old before I found one anchored against a bright blue pillar. The guy next to me has what now looks like a DVD player and a cel-phone plugged into both outlets charging and I politely asked him if he would share the outlet with me.
Share the outlet. Not share a needle. Or share underwear. Or share a bed. Share the only 2-plug outlet in O’Hare.
Reluctantly and giving me a look intended to convey how put out he is, he’s now sitting beside me alternating his cell phone and DVD player into the 2nd outlet, each time the gesture is proceeded with a heavy sigh. His phone is now resting on his 2nd-trimester beer belly and my contempt for him is somewhere near an 8 on my irritability scale.
Funny men do it for me. Which is why the sexy guy for me right now is Will Farrell when he takes his shirt off in Blades Of Glory. Lumpy. Funny. I took a client to lunch today in Chicago and perhaps 15 minutes into the lunch I realized several things in quick succession but ending with the fact that I was flirting badly with him. Badly. I think I actually tossed my head and giggled a la “About Last Night”. I tried to recover but afterward as I was riding in a cab to the airport, I’m sure this guy was on to me.
This is why I wish I were the type of person that could one-night-stand more frequently. Saves me from making an ass out of myself.
OK, the freakshow next to me keeps sucking lugies down the back of this throat with a littlse snorting noise.
Damn you, Dell. Damn you and your 10 mintues of battery life.
I can so relate: I have the same piece o’ crap company-issued notebook, which I haaaate, and consequently the same battery life issues. But I don’t flirt with men, so that part is different.
i have a first trimester beer belly but i’m a) the kind of guy who’d let you share my outlet, and b) funny.
Jen you have to try Southwest. I know, I know….but since you have given up cussin’ like WT, I figure gaining a little trailer trash tinge from flying the SW is well within the limits. At Midway I had my own little soft pleather chair with cup rest and outlet. (I only use one though, it’s impolite to hog both).
I can never let my husband know that I like these chairs though, we’ll end up with them in our basement and that would send my trash-o-meter to catastrophic levels.