This is posted on behalf of Angela, who is unable to post this from China because the government is once again restricting her use of Blogger. You know, in case she tries to think for herself.
On days when I wish for something interesting, or in other words, adventurous to happen and nothing of the sort does, I retreat to the drama-craving habitat I happen to come from. And on days like today, when the impossible happen right next to me, I regret having been present at such an outrageous moment. Now that is pure hypocrisy!
At least the woman sitting on my right is sane; I really hope she doesn't start singing out aloud with passionate expressions and hand motions like the white-skinny-jean-wearing middle aged man sitting to my left.
Enduring constant kicks at my seat and incessant battle-like cries from a toddler sitting behind me is somewhat tolerable, but this, this "woooohhhh, yeah, yeah" off beat singing that is coming from a man who's probably even more tone deaf than I am is deserving of a loud face-palm/back of a seat/airplane foldable table moment.
Thank god I will eventually forget the horrors and think of this as more or less an adventure. But for now, all I can think of as pleasantly memorable is turning to him and with my dead serious, I-am-going-to-eat-you face say "Sir, even if you were better at singing, I would like to you stop." Maybe I could get out my sunglasses for courage's sake.
What would you have done?Is asking someone older to shut up just as much a social faux pas as singing like you are in the shower on a plane?
Oh and did I mention he sang for almost three hours?
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
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