#crazyflights

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Why #Tumblr? I felt left out, that's why and sadly I'm bad at popular culture and Internet trends, so I'm generally 1.5-2 years behind everyone else with social media...I didn't get Facebook until late 2008. I have nothing interesting to say, but am told I should write more and in particular about my ridiculous life experiences as I spend too much time otherwise "writing" about natural disasters and mathy-sciencey things via work email. Sigh. Yes, I just called email "writing". I know. In general I sometimes feel like my life is a documentary or rather mockumentary that's surely being filmed unbeknownst to me...I'm sitting in the last row on a crazy flight in the window seat next to Mr. West Point when 2 hours in he is suddenly letting a woman in our row to sit in the middle seat. WTF, right? Who in their right mind wants to sit in the middle, non-reclining, right in front of the toilet (smells delicious) seat, BY CHOICE? She gets, literally, in my face and tries to talk to me, ignoring my headphones and the book I'm engrossed in. I politely try to ignore her and finally look her right in the eyes, point at my headphones and say "I can't hear you..." Mistake, she hikes her leg up and places a barefoot panty hose clad leg on my thigh and points continually at her foot. Did I mention she is wearing a skirt which she also hikes up to facilitate hiking of said leg? West Point is engrossed in his smart phone game - I have more disdain for him at this moment than I maybe have ever had for anyone. While trying my best to not get mad, as this poor woman clearly has issues, I continue reading my book while her foot remains on my thigh and she continues to wave and point at her foot. She touches/grabs my hand at least 3 times...I feel nothing. Does she want me to give her a foot rub, f-you West Point! I find myself sweating profusely, as I am prone when I'm out of this world uncomfortable, such as when work people want to share detailed personal business with me,...anyway, I'm sweating balls as I am concentrating so hard on this damn book and in not laughing or snapping at foot woman. Eventually another adult approaches from the front and speaks to this woman as though she were a small child, "Gloria, don't you want to come back up to your seat?" [YES, yes, Gloria, you do, I think as sweat rolls down my chest and begins to soak my shirt.] Gloria shakes her head no and my only respite returns to the front of the plane alone...what the hell?!? This woman clearly had poor judgement and some issues and you've allowed her NO to stand? Save me...eventually Gloria gets tired of my laser like focus on my book and gets up to go...West Point suddenly comes to life to let her out of the row, and I lock eyes with him and telepathically tell him he's a f------- a------ This is just one of many bizarro experiences of my life...and so, maybe my friends are right in suggesting I begin capturing these little gems for others to see...next episode, working with really, really weird people... -truthfully, Court