To the guy sitting behind me on my flight last night
Quick note to the guy sitting behind me on the Delta Song flight last night.
You know those TVs that Song and Jet Blue market so effectively? Those little TVs with satellite on the back of the chair in front of you? You know those? The little TVs? With channels? On the chairs? So you can watch TV? While the plane is flying in the air? Those things? The little TVs? With about 25 channels? On the planes? TVs? Well, you don’t have to shove your finger into the touch screen like you’re picking a fight with a drunk Yankee fan in a Boston sports bar to change the (expletive deleted) channel. You were hitting that (expletive deleted) screen behind me like you were finger painting on crack. The TV is not a piano and you are not Billy Joel you loser. Lightly touch the thing so the person in the seat in front of you, last night that being ME, doesn’t feel like they are sitting through 3 hours of fender benders. I tried to get your attention to make you realize it was bugging me but you were too stupid and inconsiderate to pick up on me CONSTANTLY TURNING AROUND AND LOOKING AT YOU. What did you think? That I wanted to be friends? I even leaned forward for a while and looked like I was about to hurl in the hopes you would get the message? You were going through channels like you were a hurricane Katrina victim at the slots. There weren’t that many things on. Programs change every half hour or hour, not every 90 seconds, so why the rush? Next time I am going to rip the (expletive deleted) TV out of the seat and you can stare at an empty hole with wires hanging out YOU JERK.
Oh, one other thing. Next time look at the arm rest. You can change the channel and the volume right there instead of hitting the screen. Try that. You idiot.