I should be an air marshal. Maybe air detective would be better. Here's why:
I spent almost 16 hours on a flight from JFK to Hong Kong trying to answer
these questions.
old? Where had they been? Where are they going? And, just what in the hell
is going on? 2.) Why did these ladies look too old to have babies? These were not
attractive ladies, and I would say they were in their late 40s or even 50s. 3.) Why are they traveling together? And how do they know each other? 4.) Why do they talk so loud when clearly everyone on the plane is asleep? 5.) Why do they ignore the flight attendant's request to sit down and be
quiet for the duration of the flight? 6.) Who's that lady in the middle row that keeps watching everyone and
shouting to them? 7.) Why did that real ugly lady change that baby's diaper and just throw it
on the floor? And she was real ugly. In every way. Now at this point, I, along with the two ladies sitting next to me, lost it.
My new friends, these two classy ladies in their 50s, were on their way to
see their family in the Philippines, and they were disgusted in every way. 8.) And finally, I kept asking myself, why don't I ever get upgraded? And
how on this Boeing 777 with hundreds of seats, did I manage to get right in
the middle of all of this? So a couple of days later, I still don't know what was going on. I'm
suspicious. And I want to know.