The lady in front of me on the flight back could be the reason I pick up Japanese studies for real again. I really want to learn how to express my feelings on slamming her backrest down on my knees as soon as the wheels left the ground at Osaka, and constantly stretching her arms over her head into my field of view, in a properly polite, yet adequately passive-agressive way so as to leave no question how much I hate people who can't consider their fellow passengers even one bit.
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