Imagine that we're on an airplane. I have the aisle seat, preferably on the left side of the plane so I can extend my right leg into the aisle. I'm weird like that.
You have either the middle or the window, it doesn't matter because you need to pee. So, you tap me on the shoulder and ask to get out. Obviously, I get up and let you out, right? Right? RIGHT?!?
Apparently not always. Last time I was on a plane, flying to O'Haire, I had the middle and I needed to pee. I asked the Chinese lady next to me, and she just turned to her side and kicked her knees up to her chest. That's it. I had to stick my ass in her face to get to the aisle. What the hell? Is it so much harder just to get up?
In fact, I saw this routinely during the two weeks I was in India last year. I saw this happen three different times on the T this week, including not fifteen minutes ago. God, I hate people, I really do.
You have either the middle or the window, it doesn't matter because you need to pee. So, you tap me on the shoulder and ask to get out. Obviously, I get up and let you out, right? Right? RIGHT?!?
Apparently not always. Last time I was on a plane, flying to O'Haire, I had the middle and I needed to pee. I asked the Chinese lady next to me, and she just turned to her side and kicked her knees up to her chest. That's it. I had to stick my ass in her face to get to the aisle. What the hell? Is it so much harder just to get up?
In fact, I saw this routinely during the two weeks I was in India last year. I saw this happen three different times on the T this week, including not fifteen minutes ago. God, I hate people, I really do.
