I cannot abide this woman, though.
She's sitting behind us with a friend and her boyfriend/fiance/husband/lover, Joel, and she's got the stereotypical valley girl voice and is in grad school in psychology. I try reading a magazine and fail because her voice cuts right through my thought waves. I'm sitting in the middle seat and the lady next to me vacated her aisle seat early on in the flight because this chick's voice is like a cleaver in our brains.
"So yeah, so, that's what happened, and, so, he's on the hunt for a job, but since got fired for, I guess, plagiarism, he's like, worried about finding a job. And he's totally unemployed."
Oh, and the drink order? Bicardi Diet AND ginger ale, paid for with some sort of gift certificate. She's concerned about not using them all up, though, because "Who knows how drunk Joel and I will get on the way home." I am shocked; she's this annoying now, sober, so what would she be like drunk?
As I mentioned, she is a psychology grad student, which is rich. She and her friend talk a bit about bipolar disorder, and she explains that she was watching a video about people who have it and how sad and interesting it was ("Because, you know, they're so up and down,") and then she gets to the punchline, how at the end of the film, the interviewer asked all five of the people if they'd do away with the bipolar if they could, and all of them said "No." Oooooo...her mind was BLOWN!
Though she's sitting behind me, I know what she looks like because I saw her in the terminal before we boarded the plane. She's with her boy toy, Joel, and her buddy, probably a college friend, and even then I thought, "What a frickin' loudmouth." It gets even more fun on the plane when they go over their drinking habits (the slightly less annoying friend likes "Jameson with my Jameson,"sounding like a 65-year-old-man) and then turn their attention to strip clubs. The loudmouth has been twice, and apparently there's a good story that goes along with the second time, but for some reason, she demurs in regaling us all with it. The otherwise silent Joel has finally piped up for this part of the conversation. Way to have a voice, Joel!
Oh! By the way! The girls also love watching The Bachelor and Revenge, and the friend finds Branson, Missouri, to be glorious (further confirming that she's actually a 65-year-old-man). The lady who earlier vacated her seat next to me occasionally looks back at us, sympathy in her eyes. Loudmouth has only had a granola bar today; "I'm so excited to eat lunch!!"
My husband leans over to me and whispers, "Those are the worst kind of girls." I love this man.
