Dysfunctional People
Yesterday, in the airport bookstore (purchasing Ron Susskind’s latest tome to read on the plane - note to self, take bigger books on cross country flights), I was trapped behind a pair of incredibly stupid young women. It seems, unaware that planes try to leave more or less on time, they went to get something to eat (in a different terminal!) and missed their plane. They were stranded in the airport because if you miss your plane cause your stupid, the airlines don’t feel it is their responsibility to get you where you’re going.
So these dear young things were calling family (and why they were standing in the bookstore to do this remains a mystery) and laughing hysterically about being stranded in Atlanta Hartsfield airport.
The dumber of the two (and it was a close competition) decided she needed the latest People. She was so busy talking on her phone and laughing hysterically about being stupid that she didn’t notice the half dozen people waiting in line behind her. The clerk said, “Ma’am. Miss. Ma’am. Miss. Here’s your card.” And she just kept chattering away explaining about how she was eating and missed her flight. Her slightly less dumb friend finally said, “Jenny pay attention.”
Jenny stared around for a good thirty seconds. And btw, she got a really crusty look from the sharply dressed business woman behind me. Her friend said, “Take your card.” Jenny took her card and giggled.
Some people should not be allowed out of the house.
Glenden Brown



