So I'm walking onto the aircraft and the gentlemen in row 5 seat C is talking on the phone... Nothing new, I see businessmen, moms, teens, tweens, etc., yappin' away on mobile devices all of the time (well, teens and tweens are mostly txting, but that's another issue.)
The thing is, Mr. Big-shot 5C is going off on someone about "get me the numbers" and "send them over a-sap"....First of all, anytime someone says "get me the numbers a-sap" I want to laugh... No one in business really says this, do they?
Isn't that something middle management says to sound important?
I'm being judegemental; but it was really hard to take 5C seriously because:
A) he was in a baggy tank muscle tank with 150 extra lbs of fat (not that I'm one to point the finger as far as body mass index is concerned... if you missed my post on flenser's, keep reading below for past entries)
B) his upper body was entirely covered in tattoos (again, can I really point the finger when I've got a mark of shame on my lower left naval? For the record, yes I was young, yes I was stupid, yes I regret it, and no, President Hinckley hadn't given the official outright "no tatoo" speech... yet.)
C) 5C's head was shaved... Hey, bald is beautiful and all, but when you're sporting tats across the majority of your visable body, you look a lot more "neo-nazi" than clean shaven...
Anyway, it just made me think.... Hmmm, I'm really judgemental, and someone better get me the numbers on that project, stat!!!
ps. My sister is an American Idol fiend... She loves that David Archeltta kid (sp?) Anyway, I hate the show... everything except for Carrie Underwood's legs and the fact that Randy used to be in the band Journey (that's street cred, man). But the whole thing is a little too "1984" for me.
** Also day # "whatever" of low-carb-want-to-kill-myself-I-miss-my-bread-and-cookies-but-I'm-still-not dieting-continues... keep me in your prayers.