I've never seen a man get so upset because I couldn't tell him how much longer it would take my brother and sister-in-law to change my nephew in the family bathroom. Jackhole: Is there someone in there? Me: Yes Jackhole: How long have they been in there? Me: I dunno, I haven't been keeping track. Jackhole: Well, who's in there? (At this point I'm in disbelief at the questions I've been asked and am trying to decide if this guy is for real, so there was enough of a pause before my next answer) Me: Why does it matter? Jackhole: How much longer are they going to be in there? (Now I'm pissed so I just shrug and give him a look that tells him I think he a complete imbecile) Jackhole: So you don't know how much longer they'll be in there? Me: However long it takes my brother and sister-in-law to change my 10 month old nephew is how long Jackhole as he's walking away: When I had a 10 month old I knew how long it'd take me to change a diaper. Me in a voice loud enough for people within a 10ft radius to hear: Best of luck finding an unoccupied bathroom sir. Gentleman next to me who witnessed the whole thing unfold: That is one angry man. All I could say to myself afterwards was "Really?" :crasy: I'll be avoiding the ATL airport like the plague b/c it makes the South not quite as polite as I remember it.
People just need to relax sometimes, people who get tense over time scare me a little bit. I cannot even imagine going through life like the guy waiting in line next to you. I think more people need to do machine polishing, you learn things just take time and you cant rush everything. You have a good trip though?
