The New York Times run this article with the headline, “An Aloof Romney in a Plane Encounter“.
I would have run it with, “Romney Disciplined Enough to Not Beat Pushy Bitch On Plane To Death With Full Vomit Bag.”
Number one, Mr. “Aloof” was riding in coach. Not exactly elitist. Second, don’t fucking talk to me on a flight. If your statement to me doesn’t reasonably start with “excuse me”, then don’t say it.
Third, if I have headphones on, that means don’t fucking talk to me.
As a physician who heads a financial planning company and prides herself on having read every page of President Obama’s health care reform bill, Ms. McClanahan, 47, recognized that it’s not every day you’re seated next to a presidential candidate on a two-hour flight. According to Ms. McClanahan, about an hour into the flight â€” which Mr. Romney mostly spent reading USA Today and using an iPad while wearing headphones â€” she told him her idea for improving the American health care system: slashing overhead costs by switching to an electronic billing system.
“He looked at me blankly and said, â€˜I understand,’ then put his iPad headphones in and kept reading,” she said.
They go on:
She then turned to The Everlasting Phelps, in the next seat, and made the same pitch. Mr. Phelps responded by tearing the seat tray off of the seat in front of him and beating her with it until her head resembled a lovely bowl of gazpacho soup.