I am sitting in the airport waiting to board my delayed flight.
I am coming down with a cold, the flu, the dreaded lamumba disease...one of those for sure...and I have to give a one hour speech tomorrow...in front of a few hundred people.
I guess if my voice gives out I can always entertain them with hand shadows.
I am not in a good mood...and it just got worse.
Some jamoke is sitting across from me playing rap music on his laptop...loud rap music...shitty rap music...inappropriate rap music. Yep, he's playing it through his laptop's speakers. Everyone is rolling their eyes while he is dancing in his chair.
It's hard to hear the passenger announcements he's got it turned up so loud.
Hasn't he heard of earphones???
Oh shit, now his cell phone rings.
"Haya baby...wazzup?" he yells into the phone.
"Where you at?"
"I be here at da airport. Where you be baby?"
I won't bore you with the rest of the conversation.
So, how do I know what his 'baby' said? Because he's got the god damned cell phone speaker turned on...I friggin' kid you not.
Oh no, I don't believe it...now he's turning the @#$(%#)@@) volume up on his laptop...
"Hey baby, let me turn dis up so's you can hear."
In all my travels I've never seen this happen before.
Thank God, they're calling my flight...I just hope to hell he's not on it!!
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