Under Water.

My ears, they are plugged.

I have to fly this afternoon...this should be fun. Maybe I can pretend I'm deaf so I don't have to talk to whomever is sitting next to me.

Have I ever mentioned that I cannot stand people that want to chat on airplanes? I just want to read my trashy magazine in peace...I don't want to make small talk for an hour with a stranger. Because really? I don't have much to say. Here's the crux of it:

Yes, I'm going to Vegas. To get my hair done.
It's cheaper.
Even with airfare.

That's about it. Because it's never a cute guy - it's some middle aged woman. Maybe I'd feel differently if my seatmate looked interesting.

Maybe I'm just an anti-social dick.