Meet Ron. A real dickbag from Los Angeles. Later in the flight, while reading emails over his shoulder, I learned that his boss is very angry with him for the $57 fuel surcharge on his rental in Tucson. To quote, "We all need to do our part to maximize profits, Ron."
During our time together, I made an effort to discretely discern just what it is Ron does for a living. He spent the duration of the flight reviewing notes with lots of seven-figure dollar amounts, adding and subtracting things, and writing words like "disposable assets." As best I could tell, he buys and demolishes childrens' hospitals or something.
Furthermore, he hogged my armrest and invaded my personal bubble first physically, then verbally when, upon hearing me order a scotch, he tried to have a conversation with me.
Screw you, Ron.
A heart attack waiting to happen...
elfenvine 3 weeks ago
Ron is nothing more than a simple sales rep. If he was some sort of accountant (like me) dealing with seven figure transactions, he wouldn't have them out in public, or he would be flying first class.
FLICKtheUSA 3 months ago