Arrives late and pushes our bags aside in the overhead locker to cram in his two, oversize bags. He takes the window seat pushing past two ladies and as soon as we touch down, he jumps up, squeezes past his seat partners, grabs his bag and taps me impatiently on the arm, trying to get ahead.
I'm feeling a little irate by now and look him in the eye and ask him why he wants me to move and where he thinks I am to go? He ignores my gaze and squirms in front, to which I loudly congratulate him on his queue jumping prowess and that now he's going to get off the plane before me, how proud he must be.
He can't even look at me but there were a number of people who were grinning from ear to ear.
In the end he didn't make it before wifey who literally hopped over him as he bent down to adjust his trolley :)
Some people are so rude.
I'm feeling a little irate by now and look him in the eye and ask him why he wants me to move and where he thinks I am to go? He ignores my gaze and squirms in front, to which I loudly congratulate him on his queue jumping prowess and that now he's going to get off the plane before me, how proud he must be.
He can't even look at me but there were a number of people who were grinning from ear to ear.
In the end he didn't make it before wifey who literally hopped over him as he bent down to adjust his trolley :)
Some people are so rude.
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