What is it about some people? Utilising (all of) my finest body-language techniques I tried seriously to tell this guy I wanted to go to sleep/look the other way/eat my sandwich/read my magazine/watch my movie – COME ON!
A yawn here, a sideways glance there and a leg cross/hip shift/back turn later and he still hasn’t put a sock in it. I fiddle with my headset, ask him whether he’s looked at the movie selection and glance periodically (with intent) at my PERSONAL mini TV in the seat back in front; he continues to dribble on in appalling English about the difference between an alfajor from Cordoba and one from Salta (he prefers the ones from Cordoba).
There’s only one thing for it – play the bitch and spell it out. After all, this is my private plane time – my valuable thinking, pondering, reflecting time…try and explain that one to Hitler’s illiterate grandson.
