Rude Whiner On A Plane

Dude on a recent flight from Seattle learned a value lesson in picking the wrong fight

During the plane ride from MozCon, a guy sits down next to me (I have the window to my left) and starts talking tough into his phone:

“Don’t talk to me like that,” he says. “Don’t ever talk to me like that. You hear me?”

As he latches his seatbelt, he asks me a question:

• Him: “Can you put your foot on your own side [referring to the area under the seats in front of us].”
• Me: “Sure.”

The plane takes off; he gets comfortable, spreading his arms across the back of armrest on my side. My forearm is across the first half of the armrest.

A short time later, I pull out my computer and start to answer emails; he begins sighing loudly.

Him: “Man, you mind moving your arms? You keep moving them and it pushes on my arm.”

Me [nonplussed]: “My arms are going to stay right here, where they are MEANT to be, by my side. If that’s going to be a problem, you should move.”

Him: “There are no more seats.”

Me: “Well, I don’t know what to tell you, but my arms won’t move.”

Him: “You can type with your hands out in front like this [gesturing with his hands].”

Me: “I’m not doing that. Deal with it.”

Him: “Man, I’m on here trying to go to sleep. You’re being all rude.”

He then sat on the plane for the next two hours looking like Cam Newton during Super Bowl 50.

Needless to say, we didn’t exchange pleasantries as we deplaned.