While listening to Joe Pugg serenade me with his harmonica, I find it amusing the way people find a way to complain about anything. "I can't believe this, I've been awake since 4am today and now this?" "I'm going to complain about the service." "This is just ridiculous, and they don't even care." I'm trying my best not to laugh and respond with "Write a letter then." Instead, I sit here in a smug silence next to the only other man who couldn't care less as he is preoccupied with other things, like the slice of Famiglia cheese pizza I've been coveting.
Here's the thing, NO ONE CARES. It's so funny how people get worked up about the dumbest thing. I always think of it this way; if it doesn't matter tomorrow, next week, or even next month, don't worry about it and keep your entitled attitude to yourself. Besides, 100 years ago, we didn't even have the luxury of traveling 2,000 miles in 6 hours. Instead of bitching about the middle seat you'll be stuck with when you find they've over booked the flight, you should have your hands above your head screaming like a little kid on a roller coaster as YOU'RE FLYING through air.
And now look what you did pissedoffguywhoismoreimportantthananyonehere, you got me all worked up and complaining about complainers. Whyyyy I oughtta...