I could hear them all yelling at me, telling me to watch it, and calling me a bitch. But I ignored them. I knew that I was being incredibly rude shoving everyone I rush past but I had no other choice I couldn't miss this flight. Finally I had just made it to the doors and sloppily handed the lady my ticket, trying to keep all my luggage from collapsing all around me.
After I slam the luggage door shut I park it in my seat and give a long sigh. No one sits beside me and I figure I'll be able to enjoy this flight alone and unbothered. I must have jinxed it for just then an overweight man wearing a flannel and shorts tosses his bag above and shuffles passed to the seat beside me.
Quickly I plug in my headphones and continue watching Downtown Abby. He's asking questions but I just pretend as though I cannot hear him, and turn my volume up. You would think in first class people would have actual class but that's where I was wrong.
The flight attendant came around with her cart of goodies and sodas. Under her bright red lipstick she wore a gigantic smile that filled up her whole pale face. She hands me pretzels and whatever alcohol I begged her to give me. This was going to be a long flight I needed to get through it anyway I could.
