The guy sitting next to me on airplanes, the Devil, comes in different forms but in general, he weighs 300 pounds. He's always late and after an exhausting rush to the gate, he squeezes down through the aisle to that precious empty seat next to mine. He will drop down with the grunt of a German pornstar - I think it's meant to be a conversation opener. Pearls of sweat are dripping from the tip of his nose and ears and his cheeks look like cheese that has been out in the sun too long. It will take him 10 hours to catch his breath but only 10 seconds to declare war by occupying the armrest. I know I'm defeated when I see people pointing and laughing at me eating with retarded dinosaur arms, while this monster is shamelessly violating my air space. After landing, he'll give me a nod and a smile, meaning "Thanks for the match. Next time I'm gonna shove my waist bag up your ass."
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I gotta give it to ya Jake. U've got a way w/ words. Hope U're having a fantastic time and I look forward to reading more about Ur trials and tribulations in Africa.
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