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Dear Lady Seated Next To Me On The Plane This Morning,

I made sure to remember your name and the place you work for, but I’m not going to put those in my blog, primarily because you are enough of a self-centered narcissist already and I want you to get no personal glory for this.

You got stuck in a middle seat… which tells me that you should have booked earlier when you would have had a nice selection of seats. This was not some sort of personal or emergency trip, which tells me that you had time to plan and just didn’t.

A word to the wise… if you are going to send an extremely RUDE text message about the person/people you are seated next to, don’t (seemingly deliberately) hold the phone so that they can CLEARLY see it.  Believe me, the three and a half hours I was seated next to you was no picnic for me either, sister.

As I told you on the plane (because I have reached an age where I just can’t and won’t let BS like this “slide”), count your blessings if being seated next to me for 3.5 hours of your life is the worst thing that happens to you today… or even this week.  If you hadn’t made a snap judgment, I might have had some pointers to share in regards to all that crap you were working on (because you were doing a great deal of it the hard way).

It’s very sad that everyone who lives in this world cannot meet your standards for what is pleasing to the eye and who might make the ideal seatmate.  It’s sad, too, that apparently you have so much hate in your heart that you can’t open your mind a little.  At the very least, I would think that you would keep nasty comments to yourself in a public venue, especially when you are going to spend the next 3+ hours sitting next to the person you’ve just made the nasty comment about, waving around your (I am sure) Very Important Papers.  You were an EMBARRASSING representative of your company and I will tell others privately what company that is so that you are not going to get business from people who know me.  A mere drop in your corporate bucket, to be sure,  but a drop nonetheless.

And I am sure you’d say that I was snooping and had no right to look at your personal message.  Well, you twice, whilst typing the message, turned your phone rather pointedly in my direction.   I’d be willing to bet that the minute your co-workers and clients are out of earshot (or at least you think they are) that you trash talk about them, as well.

In closing, I’m stealing a song lyric…. “Hate is a strong word, but I really, really, really don’t like you”… I sincerely hope that next time you sit next to someone who you find less than ideal as a seatmate, you will not make their entire trip unbearably uncomfortable, as you did mine.  (Nice touch jabbing me with your elbow at every opportunity, by the way).

No Love,

Adminderella