I'm in Tulsa for today, and flying to Hawaii tomorrow to meet my husband. I spent just enough time in France to release my inner French girl - at a 50% rate, that is. Here's what I mean. My level of disdain for those who weren't obeying even the simplest of social rules on my trip back was at an all time high. Michael Cunningham from some University (I think in Kentucky or Tennessee) dubbed these people "Norm Violators" or some such term. (OK, maybe I'm too jet-lagged to write this, but I find writing in this blog removes a lot of excess thought from my brain, allowing it to function better - which when I was younger, wasn't that big a change, but is now.) So, here are just two, but I think you'll agree, they are awful.
The first happened when we got on the plan. We were in the row with two seats, one window and one aisle. There was a lone 5 year old boy in my daughter's window seat. She actually had to tell him that he was in her seat and please move. His mother was in the seat in back of him. His mother had to tell him to move out of Amanda's seat and he finally did. But, get this, his mother (an attractive Argentian married to a lawyer in Pasadena) (this comes up later, maybe not today, though), had allowed him to pick his seat, including in his choice, seats that were not even on their tickets. He chose to sit in Amanda's seat and his mother let him. Do you wonder why children seem so much more annoying these days? When he moved, he sat in back of Amanda and proceeded to kick the back of her seat. I will give the mother credit, she told him to stop - well, actually she gave him a series of reasons why stopping was the right thing to do. I decided the right thing to do was to switch seats with them, so we were in back of them. An 11 hour flight is already too long without an unhappy child behind you. For some bizar reason, this family had the two seats in front of ours and the two seats behind ours. I'm sure when they chose this odd sitting arrangement, it was made clear that someone (us) was going to be sitting in the seats between, or they would have been assigned them. If they had just waited until we were on the plane and asked us, we would have happily switched, and their child would have had a good lesson in social practice. But they chose rude behavior.
Then there was the guy who came up to the side of me and pretended he was already in the customs line with me - and it was a long line - longer than any line I have ever been in, and that includes Space Mountain and Raiders at Disneyland. We weren't even that close to the front, but almost at the point where all the ropes are set up and line jumpers can't blend in so easily. So I turned to him and asked, "Are you looking for the end of the line?" He whispered "No." So I announced "Well, you're not with me" just loudly enough that he drops back a few families, but stays in the line. He just wasn't going to wait. Don't know how many other people were doing this, but Amanda actually had to run through the airport to get on her next plane.
Happy Friday The 13th!